Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

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.

A perfect, silent, eternal cold. The Crimson Heir. Heir to nothing.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

She put everything I had shared with her into it, making each of our dreams for a child come true. Just 3 months after meeting with her, Crimson had suddenly become pregnant and was able to have the experience of carrying and giving life to our first child. Having no clue who the child would resemble as the pregnancy was completely created through Hera's abilities, we were all in for quite the shock when Crimson gave birth to a baby girl who looked just like Damien, with the exception of my burgundy hair.

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

"Emperor Corpse, don't hold back. Just kill him in case something unexpected happens!" The people of the alliance hurriedly urged the emperor corpse to kill Caspian and put in an end to this battle. The Emperor Corpse said slowly, "No hurry, no hurry... Killing him is just a small matter. What I care more about is how to eat his flesh and meat!" That's right, the emperor corpse had long regarded Caspian as its own food. It was currently eating its own delicacies! In its opinion, if it wanted food to be delicious enough, then it had to try its best to make the food move before it was slaughtered. Only in this way would the flesh become even more delicious!

His brown hair scattered, a cross pendant wrapped around his neck as he emerged with his men standing like sentinels behind him. Emeric Herald. Leader of the Vipers. Biggest rival of the Crimson Nest. A man of sadistic amusements and tactics. Upholding his devilish nature, hands resting in his pockets, Emeric walked forward, glancing at the condition of his precious warehouse. “You’ve done a… spectacular job, Hunter.” He commented in his deep tone, putting a cigar in his mouth and lit it up before flashing a dark smirk. “But tell me, how is any of this going to locate your woman?”

The hidden creatures decided it was time to come out of the shadows. It was once believed that there was only a total of five empires. But after the Angels and The Purifiers attacked the wolf Empire and were defeated. Others came out of hiding. The Rouge Empire, ruled by Queen Nuala, and the Kingdom of Crimswood, ruled by Declan DeVir and his Mate, the first vampire Ezmerelda Dracul-DeVir. Like the others, humans take refuge within these empires for safety and protection against the many rouges that were banished and refused to follow laws.

“The Phanton line has come to an end and a hybrid cannot rule the kingdom.” “I accept Princess tawny’s proposal. So, who here has the guts to challenge me for the right to the princess’s hand and the throne?” Crimson stands, face red and eyes turning from their yellow to the crimson color I love so much. His anger is palpable, and the vicious voices die down to disgruntled grumbles. “That’s what I thought.” Crimson steps back but does not sit back down, remaining by my side instead.