Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

"Those ten years were nothing but your elaborate scheme to bleed the Caruso family dry, your secret plots to wipe out my family. Don't you dare say 'husband and wife' again, Sebastian–it's like poison to my ears. All we've ever shared is a blood feud." I turned my back, refusing to look at his sickening face any longer. "Lucas." Out of the shadows, the head of the guards emerged silently with two others. "Dump him back where he came from. And beef up the patrols. I don't want any more trash sneaking in, fouling up the place." "Yes, Principessa." Sebastian was hauled off without a fight, just a hollow look in his eyes as he kept muttering at me. "You'll regret this, Isabella. You're going to

“We regret the haste.” Alina met her gaze steadily. “Then leave.” Elowen smiled thinly. “We cannot.” Cael shifted half a step forward. Elowen’s eyes flicked to him. “Captain.” He did not answer. The clerics moved past Elowen and toward the center of the sanctuary, where a low stone table had been hastily cleared. One of them carried a covered object wrapped in thick cloth. Alina’s chest tightened. The Crown. Not the symbol the court liked to display, polished and framed by banners, but the true thing. The Ember Crown, modest and unassuming, dangerous precisely because it refused spectacle.

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

Tiartu started saying when Idum pushed her way through and pushed open the door. The room they were met with was a dark and silent room. The Emperor was also gone. "I thought you said the Emperor did not want to be disturbed." Inal asked, stepping back out of the dark room. "The emperor has gone on a stroll and asked that if anyone comes looking for him, I should tell them that he doesn't want to be disturbed," Tiartu said. "Mother, I am glad to have found you here, "Aranar Enlim said. Aranar Enlim was the crown prince, and he was just nine years of age. He had been looking around for his mom for a while.

However, unlike his opponent, he was going to walk away alive today and he was not afraid to say that. “I will make sure that I drink from your skull for years to come. Your bones will I refine into the choicest of furniture and his muscles will I thread into the fanciest of spreads. I will definitely kill you today! I will make sure that my name is all you here when I send you to the underworld and gift your soul to the keepers thereof. Remember my name for it shall be the last thing you hear in this short life of yours!” “My name is Sameed Minhaj, the Cruel Emperor who reaps a thousand lives!”

I’m about to use Emerald’s eyes again when a vision overwhelms me. ** I see Alpha Everly’s eyes glow menacingly. They are now a glowing iridescent white, incredibly spooky. Light swirls around her as she brings vines up from the ground. There are creatures with red eyes surrounding her, pressed to kill. The creatures are pitch black, twisted and evil. While they fear her light, they are charged with one motivation: snuff out the light. She can’t do this alone. She needs help. I see a pair of hazel eyes before me. They close with finality. I see the same vision, but with a pair of bright blue eyes. There is a feeling of sorrow that washes over me.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

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.