Emperor Crimson Novels & Stories

"Your uncle, Simon. He is the High Priest of the Crimson Empire." I blinked, dumbfounded. "The Crimson Empire?" I stared at my mother, my mind finally processing the information. "You're from the Crimson Empire?" She nodded slightly, a cold grin tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Yes," she replied. It made sense. Most werewolves didn't harbor such intense animosity towards Lycans like my mother did. But if she was from the Crimson Empire, it would certainly explain her strong hatred towards them. Our neighboring country, the Crimson Empire, held the title for the strongest werewolf nation in existence. Their people were known as proud and fierce warriors, with a strong affinity for violen

The Phantom Armada is at the beach! The Emperor looked down at me, the suffocating calm completely stripped from his face. The trap had failed. The Crimson Court was officially under siege.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

When the numerous people at the auction saw it, their hearts trembled due to the sword's aura. It wasn't an aura. The sword, on the other hand, had amassed pure murderous intent. 'The will to kill is dangerous in and of itself. It may have a harmful impact on people's thoughts.' I frowned as I pondered. "What a frightening murderous intent! I'm curious how many lives it's claimed since it was created!" People at the auction were afraid to come too close. Even the women who unveiled it used a skill from afar to remove the veil. "This is the legendary Crimson Blood Sword from the reign of the Blood Emperor. Although its grade isn't quite at disaster rank, it can drain the blood of living being

“Ah... I know it. The Eastern Emperor must have come to avenge his son. The Eastern Emperor’s son, Patroclus Mooncrate, was in Pompeii, but Alex Rockefeller captured him via the spell formation.” Divine Monarch Vermilion Bird, Taika, and the others felt helpless after a moment of daze. The battle against the Northern Emperor was already very difficult, but now, the Eastern Emperor had arrived. They... couldn’t defeat him! Consequently, when the Eastern Emperor’s entire Painting of Mountains, Rivers, Lands, and Grains rushed out of the void, everyone saw that the most conspicuous ones were Northern Emperor Dust and his black-clothed guards. Surprisingly, the black hole did not suck away North

He waited until the village had settled into night routines, until Aldric and Mira had withdrawn to their respective quarters, until the coordination building was quiet and private. Then he unfolded the letter and read it properly. Not the opening sections he had skimmed before handing it to Seraphyne. The full content. Every word Varen had written to a woman he had known was the Crimson Empress operating under false identity in a collapsed region. The letter's tone was different from what Kael had expected. Not threatening. Not manipulative in the obvious ways. Precise, factual, almost clinical in its documentation of information that should not have been known. To Seraphyne Voss, Crimson E

He did not want to further press her or else, it would make her raise her guard and once that happens, it would be hard to monitor her in the future. After a while, Emery came out fully clad in a silver-colored armor with intricate etchings and designs that gave it a sense of elegance and beauty. The breastplate was a perfect fit on her chest, with ridges and curves that follow the contours of her body. Anyone who would look at her would surely want to gaze upon her charismatic aura… At least, that was what the prince thought. On the left part of her breastplate was the phoenix emblem of the empire that seemed to still burn in glory.

She'll never forgive me and fully awaits the rejection when she finds out I wasn't lying about that aspect. Emerald has more powers and strengths than she knows. Playing friendly with Purple Moon made me realize that Declan and Emerald are Lycans. They are worried about them finding out and taking control of their pack and the few others still in control by Lycans. The King, however, is obsessed with Emerald.

Darko shouted, forcing himself to charge forward. If he could hold out until the arrival of Crimson Wyrm Master, he would claim victory. Bang! Bang! Alexander unleashed his powerful fists, mercilessly reaping lives. No one could withstand him. "There's only one end for a traitor, and that is death!" Anyone who was not at least half a semi-Empyrean was just cannon fodder. In a matter of moments, everyone else fell, leaving only Darko struggling to hold on. Spurt! "Send another signal! Get Crimson Wyrm Master and his men in here now!"

“You are with me. You’re the prime suspect of this entire—” He couldn’t finish. Because a silhouette stepped into view, framed in the faint torchlight, interrupting him. The regal posture, sharp gaze, and a smirk that wasn’t a smirk but a challenge. It was the Crown Prince himself. “I knew something was up,” said the Crown Prince, voice smooth, but his eyes narrowed at Zane. The young royal physician nearly swallowed his own tongue. “Y-your highness—we—”