Dark Crimson Novels & Stories

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

I got out of my car in front of the bar, the sign said ‘déjà vu’ and I half wondered how many memories it had. It was exactly the kind of place I expected to see a vampire. Smoky lights, strippers and people who wouldn’t remember your face the next day. The vampire, a man was supposed to be wearing a gray jacket and as I looked around the people there, I saw how vague that description was. Half of the men were wearing jackets and most of the jackets were gray.

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He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror. And she learned of the Crimson Zone, a place of darkness and despair, a prison built not of stone, but of blood and magic. She learned of its origins, its purpose, its secrets. The Crimson Zone was a place of torment, a hell on earth, a prison designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful vampires in the world. It was a place where hope was extinguished, where souls were lost, where the darkness reigned supreme.

Black as midnight. A phantom.

Lucien stood before his warriors beneath a sky stripped bare of stars. No banners marked their ranks. No lamplights burned to announce their presence. The Crimson Blood Pack did not need light to see what waited ahead. They were the darkness. Hundreds stood in perfect, unnerving silence… wolves and soldiers shaped by endless war, bodies armored in blackened steel scarred by old slaughters. Red eyes glimmered faintly in the gloom, not with fear… but with hunger patiently restrained.

Fur, a black so deep it seemed to absorb the light around it, sprouted from her skin in coarse, ugly patches. Her screams stopped. They were choked off, replaced by a deep, continuous snarl that vibrated with a power that felt fundamentally wrong. Her face contorted, stretching and elongating into a predator’s snout, her lips peeling back to reveal teeth that were too long, too sharp, too numerous. Then, her eyes snapped open. And my world tilted on its axis. They were not the gold of a true wolf. They were pits of burning crimson. A malevolent, soulless red that held no recognition, no trace of Beatrice. It was the colour of a blood moon, of an ancient, foul fire that consumed everything it

Demitri's tone was lethal. "Um, he is huge... black, his eyes were dark amber... I think closer to crimson red. That's all I can remember." "Was there anyone around the place aside from you?" "No. I was alone, I guess..." "All right. Rest first. I'll be back shortly," he said and before I could react, he was already out of the chamber. Contrary to what I said earlier that I can manage myself, I actually feel very weak. So intead of sneaking out, I just sat on the bed and recalled every detail of what happened.

It was almost as if it was a time line as we walked down the hall. I saw a sword. Many different people held the sword as we walked. Sometimes it was a person outlined in black light, which was strange to see black light. It was not like the UV purple light that they called black light in the clubs. This was inky dark light. Almost like paint, but reflected as light. My physics brain couldn't wrap itself around the concept, and yet here it was right in front of me.