Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

''How many of you are in this school? I lifted my chin. I didn't know anything about sex and I could get tongue tied in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen but I was Amelia Rhinehart, daughter of Christopher Rhinehart, vampire royalty and this line of conversation, it was my territory. ''Why would I tell you that?''

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.

Emperor Sunwoo even asked the Imperial craftsman to design a beautiful crown for his Empress and discarded the old one that was used by the deceased Empress Park. A beautiful Phoenix Embroidered red robe, it was made by thirty Imperial Seamstress the whole day and night and the Emperor made sure that the robe is perfectly made, It was hanging on the main chambers of Phoenix Palace where the servants are all busy running to and fro on their different jobs. Kana was sitting infront of the bronze mirror while Sheen put on his exquisite make up. He didn't stop the smile of astonishment he felt, in the modern time, he worked hard at an early age to become a general and yet, he came in this Era an

I looked closer, and my breath hitched. It was a symbol. A crown entwined in thorns, etched with dark precision. It looked like a family crest. “Maximilian,” I said cautiously, “what is that?” His jaw set tight, his eyes burning with a volatile mix of anger and hidden fear. “Crimson,” he said, his voice dropping low and dangerous. “It's Crimson's mark.”

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

All of them were wrong. "Welcome to the real Crimson Moon Academy," Director Frost said, her voice carrying despite the distance. "Or should I say, welcome to the birthplace of the new world." "Let them go," I demanded, indicating the tubes. "Let them go?" She laughed. "Dear child, they're already gone. These are just shells, genetic templates for the next phase. You stabilized the random transformations, yes, but imagine if we could control it completely. Design the perfect hybrid. Create soldiers, workers, breeders—"

Watching. “Riri,” she whispered into the cool dark. Something massive moved — quiet, slick, powerful. Aria’s breath caught in her throat as coils slid from the shadows, scaled black streaked with gold and deep red, wrapping slowly around the base of the chamber like a throne in motion. The serpent rose from the stone, gliding along the smooth floor until her face hovered inches from Aria’s chest. Deep purple eyes met hers. Glowing. Bottomless. “You smell different,” Eris hissed, her voice curling around Aria’s spine like incense smoke. “Like you’re already claimed.”

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.”