Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

Statues of twisted figures lined the path, their faces frozen in expressions of ecstasy or agony, I couldn't tell which. Then the palace came into view, and my breath caught. It was beautiful and terrible. Made of black glass or obsidian, it rose from the earth like a crown of thorns. Spires reached toward the twilight sky, and windows glowed with red light from within. The entire structure seemed to pulse, as if it were alive. "The Crimson Palace," the lead vampire announced with obvious pride. "Home of Lord Cassius, King of the Blood Court, Master of the Crimson Veil, Undying One."

It was Emperor but there was a fleshy-like ink covering his left ear “looks like Emperor got brainwashed by Corona, he used to be Brainwashed by Commander Tatar; the antagonist of Splatoon 2: Octo Expansion but since Corona manipulated Commander Tartar hence the fleshy-like ink covering parts of his right face and his ear. Grace was in shock to see Emperor in this state he’s in. Emperor began to somersault and dive towards us, Grace, Mankey, Thorn Rose and I jump back as Emperor struck the ground with Splashdown, “Emperor…” said Grace with worry. “Unfortunately Emperor won’t hear you” I said to Grace. Grace looked at me “okay then Inkcanius, I can trust you that you can free Emperor from Cor

Oh, you never fail to amaze me, Crimson. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire. ' Sigh! The cruellest truth is the crimson eyes hold the power of manipulation. They can suppress the low ranking werewolves and rule over them easily...' I sighed in relief because it was something which helped me in becoming the emperor. The civilians accepted me as their new emperor very easily without any hesitation. " We have cleaned the blood soaked sheets, your majesty. You can now rest," the nurses informed and walked out of the bedroom. The fishy smell of blood was invading my nose. I looked at Aly and said," I can't tolerate the smell. Can you spray some perfume oils n

It couldn't go on without investments, without half of their products that were made by the tigers, so they just gave in. In the end, the great dictator of tsarinas, gained allies for lack of choice, he was one of the most powerful men that was ever seen, he got the alliance with the forces of Darkness. His name was Tiger Crimson, the former immortal dictator of the red clouds. “These creatures and the legends, I discovered by chance, it was not my mission, but I broke into your office and found them, there were legends and tales, as well as reports, I knew that there were saddles hidden beneath your fortress, I always I loved animals, that's when I saw them. "He said.

I swallowed. “It was under my pillow.” Sofia carefully picked it up. Her fingers barely touched the pendant before she gasped. “This is Crimson stone.” I frowned. “Crimson stone?” “From the Crimson Kingdom. It is one of the rarest gemstones in the supernatural world.” Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper. “Only the royal family has access to this kind of stone. They use it as a symbol of bloodline and authority,” she swallowed. “Ordinary wolves cannot purchase it. Even wealthy families are forbidden from possessing it unless the royal court grants them permission.”

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.

He ordered in his bossy tone and ambled at the door banged the door behind him. I frowned and took my undesirable feet toward the wardrobe. I selected white trousers and a yellow crop top for today. I bathed with hot water. I combed my long wavy hair. I put light makeup to cover the mark of bruises. I picked up the red lipstick. His arm in blood flashed before my eyes. I threw it back. I shook my head to get rid of it. I swallowed the lump in my throat. How easily he plucked his arm from him. Shiver crept down my spine. I never thought I would be such a man's wife. No! no! no! Mafia Emperor's wife.

The door closes soft. I stay behind the desk. I look at the maps on the wall. Red lines mark my empire. Viktor wants to draw new ones in blood. He will learn. I do not share. I do not forgive. And I never forget.