Novelas y relatos de Golden Crimson

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

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.

I slip on the delicate circlet they had made just for today—Golden Elm leaves wrought into a crown, each one made of a different shade of moonstone. The Great Hall is full when we arrive. Guests from all five allied packs stand shoulder to shoulder. Banners display Moon River’s silvery blue, Ebonlight’s black and crimson, Nightshade’s deep violet, Ravensong’s rich navy, and of course, Golden Elm’s red and gold. I spot Leo instantly. He’s near the front, standing tall beside Marek and Hanna. His eyes find mine and soften with pride. Trumpets sound, and drums beat—a low, steady rhythm that echoes in my chest. We step onto the raised platform built beneath the archway of braided vines and flowe

Shanelle POV I smoothed down the delicate fabric of my elegant gown, a rich shade of midnight blue that hugged my curves in all the right places. The beaded embellishments sparkled under the ambient lighting, casting a soft glow around me. Beside me, Beatrice and Kayleen, stood resplendent in their own designer ensembles. Beatrice wore a vibrant red dress that accentuated her fiery personality, while Kayleen donned a sleek silver gown that mirrored her quiet grace.

As expected, Gillian's house was a blast. His house was a futuristic style house. It wasn't large or close to the size of a mansion, but it was considerably big and painted gold. Literally, the house was polished with metallic gold paint. Along with the printed glasses, it gave the house a luxurious exterior appearance. When I got inside, I wasn't disappointed. I already had my guess that Gillian was clean, but the house helped me confirm it. The interior was neatly arranged and the rose gold glitter wall paint was spotless. Gillian probably had a thing for the word "gold" because his furniture was metallic white gold.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

The doubt on my face was evident as she gave a short laugh. “Yes. Let me explain,” I give her a nod, and she begins her proposal. “When we turn, everything heals and then stops aging. There are eggs still in the ovaries, but no communication between the organs to tell them to fertilize during intercourse. Hence, no menstruation. Introducing hormones could break the biochemical stasis. I have been testing the other Crimsonborn blood. For those that haven’t turned, it seems their blood has unusual levels of B1ND hormone. Higher than anything I’ve seen-”

Velvetouch, maybe even a Kolinsky or two. The paint? Golden Fluid Acrylics. Not all of them, but enough. The essentials. Crimson. Indigo. Antique gold. Obsidian black. The kind of colors that made your heart race just imagining what they’d look like on canvas. The glass palette had fingerprints on it… like someone had tested it out, just to make sure it was perfect. I stepped closer. My knees were weak. My chest, tightening. It was everything I loved. Everything I couldn’t afford.