Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

His heart pounded, each beat a bell that echoed throughout Valenfort. Lucien whispered hoarsely: “Evelyn… I saw you in the light. But this world does not deserve you. Let me be the unclean one in your place.” And then he stood up. Valenfort shook. Black blood began to drain from the ground, gathering around him as if summoned. He spread his arms, his voice deep: “From blood and darkness, I create a new order. The Crimson Pact is no longer just the Blood Emperor and the legacy of the one who sacrificed for this world!”

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

"The local garrisons surrendered their weapons the moment they saw the starlight signature on our vanguard banners. They are currently being disarmed and confined to their barracks. But the secondary gate... it is a different matter. The Emperor has deployed the Crimson Guard—his personal elite purebloods. They have sealed the iron gates and are prepared for a siege." Natalia steered her charger toward the massive, arched iron gateway that separated the outer ring from the residential quarters of the high nobility. The Crimson Guard stood in flawless, unyielding formations along the top of the ramparts. They wore long, structured cloaks of deep crimson wool over black-iron plate armor, their

It was ashamed to say that they were coming from dragon slayer blood when the emperor emitted even far murderous aura. The other dragons and the owners had similar reactions as them both. “So annoying.” Shadow clicked her tongue. But Caramel quickly sobered up. She saw the opening amid her existential crisis. That was the fact that the emperor was alone while fighting them all. Frankly, to these days, she still couldn’t figure out the emperor’s power nor did they understand the principle of it. It was unwise of her but everything about the emperor was mysterious, to begin with. No one knew where she came from nor did they know how stronger she was.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

Either way, one of them had to be my distant grandmother. Because of her, his blood runs through my veins. But that is the only connection between us. Because outside of that, I find no other resemblance. The first Emperor was a hard man with a hard face framed in deep red hair. His eyes were so red they were almost black like obsidian. And his face was chiseled in angles and opulence.

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

“According to what I’ve read about Eboras after when we came back, many of them are spirits who have lost themselves to resentment and vengeance which gives them power of destruction, and only very few people can unravel them back to their natural pure state while others had no choice but to just destroy them.” “Those ones you fought were third rate Eboras, very powerful, we were expecting you to fail horribly. But this…” the Red matron added, shaking her head in wonderment. There were murmurs from the members of the council as they all put me under their heated gaze, making my skin crawl with unease. I stood there, unsure of what to say or do. “I never doubted her for a second.” The white m

I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.