Novel & Cerita Emperor Crimson

The student body went into applause. “Any question?” Chloe asked “What was behind the name Empire?” Cami was the person to ask the question. Yes Cami was still in school, she was still a grade away from graduating high school. “That is a great question. Empire was the name of my late Godmother; I owe her a lot so I named everything I own after her.” Chloe replied with a smile

Erico's eyes immediately sought mine across the tense silence of the chamber. A deep, menacing growl rumbled beside me, escaping the Crown Prince's chest. His wolf, fiercely possessive according to my own Era, was bursting with barely contained jealousy, practically vibrating with a urge to see Erico's body consumed by the fire in the newly prepared tomb. It was unsettling, yet also strangely reassuring, to witness the depth of his territorial instinct. It seemed the Crown Prince needed Erico's complete annihilation to feel emotionally secure, to finally claim undisputed dominion over my affections.

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.

Alexis waited like forever to hear what crimson have for her because she knows what her smirk is saying. "Well, I just ordered for a fertilizer farm to open where animals will be rear there, and whenever they defecate, it is your duty Alexis to store the shits for us and since you are so brave to take over the pack, I'm sure you don't need anyone's help In storing the shits for us." Crimson exclaimed and smirked, her eyes fixed on Alexis, Alexis looked like she will explode.

The other one who has his hair in a mullet style, his bangs covering some parts of his forehead and it reaches his thick brown brows. "Good, send more. I want it to be a massacre." His voice could give anyone a chill. By the way he speaks, it could give anyone the fear they never had. By the his eyes looked too dark and wicked, shows how his soul bring sold to anger and his insanity. Revealing the devil inside. The persistence to destroy the family who messed with him, the people that he doesn't like and the people who disobeys him. ■■■ "Duke Hermes? No, I found no Duke Hermes. But! There's this known philanthropist here in Queensland, his name is Alexis Peterson, he kind of connects with th

the old Eunuch proudly announced as he gestured to the rows of women standing in the grand hall. “Before that, I have a very important announcement to make. The woman who manages to become pregnant with the Crown Prince’s child will be immediately promoted to the Empress of the Flame Dragon Empire along with the Crown Prince ascension to the throne as the new Emperor. As per the traditions and customs of our Empire, the Crown Prince is only able to become the Emperor once his woman is pregnant with an heir to secure the royal bloodline. I sincerely hope that the future Empress of this Empire is one of you lovely ladies standing in this hall,” the Emperor announced in an authoritative booming

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Fifty-six minutes remained before the final sweep. He pulled his heavy black coat tighter around his massive shoulders, his face returning to that unyielding, terrifying mask of stone. He had successfully penetrated the absolute center of the empire, but as he stepped out of the gatehouse and into the freezing downpour, he knew he wasn't going back to the light unchanged. The Ghost had finally taken the throne, and the throne was made of bone.

The room where the Emperor sits was colder than I remembered. Or maybe it was just me. The big, gold crown sat on its soft pillow, waiting. It felt strange, like a weight I was too weak to hold just a few days ago. My memory, which had been a jumbled mess of pain and confusion, was now clear and sharp. I saw images of people who had turned against me, like a bad scar. The kingdom was a mess, and I had just come back to try and fix it.