Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

Yet they were completely human. At first, researchers believed they had discovered an evolutionary mutation. Years of study proved otherwise. Their blood contained microscopic structures no known human possessed. The structures behaved almost like living organisms. They communicated. Adapted. Protected their host. Every attempt to isolate them failed. Outside the body they quickly became dormant. Inside the body they transformed human physiology. The researchers gave the phenomenon a name. 'Crimson Blood.' Interest spread rapidly. Governments invested enormous resources. Private corporations offered unlimited funding. Military organizations saw opportunity.

Josiah thundered. "Hmph, what nonsense. If he's so powerful, bring him before me!" Adrian said, "I'll tear him into a thousand pieces!" "Foolish mortal, I’ll kill you! The Scarlet Summit Emperor is enraged and will tear you into a thousand pieces!" Josiah roared, and the surrounding tormented spirits let out eerie, mournful screams. At his call, more and more of them kept coming from all sides.

I really like your laugh," Apollo said, eyeing me adoringly. He really knows how to get my blood flowing. "Since I'm bedridden, there is something I have always been curious about." He looked at me skeptically. "Go on." "How did Crimson Clan become what it is today?" He chuckled. "That's it?" "I always wondered how seven teenagers created a solid empire." "Well, trial and error, timing and circumstances. Of the seven of us, Cassian and I were born into Mafia families. Our extended history taught us to appreciate each other's strengths. The Moon Clan were specialists in creating the next best things in weaponry, and that knowledge was passed on to Cassian. As a result, he designs, produces, o

I said as I took the large and rough hand belonging to the large were-cat standing in front of me, but instead of shaking it, he bowed and brought my knuckles to his lips. “My apologies Alpha, I am Crimson, Kolby Crimson. First Zeta and Deputy, to King Armand, It is a pleasure to meet you.” He said, releasing my hand and must have noticed my confusion. “I am like your Beta, a second in command. Our ranks differ from the wolves and bears,” he explained. I nodded in understanding, “It is nice to meet you Crimson.” I tipped my head back at him, not quite giving him a bow, as my ranking is higher, to do that would be to show weakness.

I had always assumed they just somehow knew, and that if they had a problem with something, we would be the first to know and suffer the price for upsetting them. Glancing away from Masika and the Spirits, I once more looked at Max. Any moment now, I’ll need to shatter the protective crystal around him. When that happens, we won’t have long before the Spirits have completely drained the life force from him. I just hope this ritual works, and that the phoenixes haven’t betrayed me. I don't believe they would ever stoop so low, as they have their dignity and pride much like my kind, but there is always that chance.

Probably, the creature she being fighting with. She carefully crawled towards the unconscious figure and gently lifted the thick folding hoodie from its body. Wait,Golden mask! Red hair! The emperor?! A crimson eyes suddenly appear before her and rush through her forehead, before she could stop it.

''Tell me about him! I shook my head. I was still Amelia Rhinehart, the vampire princess. I refused to allow some regular girl command me -- irregular guys with blond hair and blue eyes were another thing. ''Like I said, there's nothing to tell.'' I said trying my best to look regal. ''Whatever!'' She said, dismissing me and my small victory. ''Just know I was only trying to help. It gets easier when you talk about it.'' She was reaching for a cherry red cutex when I closed the door behind me as I headed for the shower. Something flew into my eye and I tried to rub it out, not really seeing where I was going when I bumped into someone.

Peter dropped his hands. “You found out more quickly than I expected. That my dear is smart.” Avery looked at him from head to toe, she put her hands on the trigger. “I don't mind blowing off your head. Who are you?” She asked him, her head spinning from what's going on. He only smiled and moved. “I promise you, I will shoot you if you don't stand still and start talking” she said to him already pulling the trigger. “My Name is Arthur Crimson. The leader of the Crimson Red. Nice to meet you.” He said stretching his hands out for a handshake.

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”