Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

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?”

I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos. “We are not strong enough,” Crimson interjects after I have relayed the details. “They are going to war in less than three months. I will be the first to admit our army has been weakened.” I watch Crimson as he runs a hand down his face and then through his dark curls. His yellow eyes flashed in a reptilian way. I swear they change, not just the color because I have witnessed them turning a deep red. But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape.

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

The air was thick with the taste of sulfur and ancient death, heavy enough to rip the breath from mortal lungs. Emperor Caelum rode a top-class shadow-warhorse at the head of the obsidian ridge expeditionary force, his midnight-black imperial coat snapping sharply in the freezing gale. His shoulders squared, the dark star-metal crown glinting in the pale, ashen light, throwing a long, commanding shadow across the scarred ground. His gold-and-silver eyes scanned the perimeter with the cold, calculating focus of an apex predator who smelled blood on the wind.

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