Golden Crimson Novels & Stories

There came out seven kinds of precious gems from Virando’s dark blue light: gold, silver, pearl, diamond, amber, crystal, and coral. Each of the seven gems began to emit their own lights in the seven different rainbow colors. The seven rainbow colors were directed towards the red orpiment liquid and light in the quite big and wide hole underneath Virando, Sumico and friends. At once, the seven rainbow lights managed to dry the red orpiment liquid as well as light. It left merely some ashes with some dark grey smoke coming out of it. Seeing that, definitely Janice Valeria and Windrich Cannon Bee could merely widen up their eyes, within their vast disbelief and incredible shock.

The man glows. His hair is long, golden, and radiant, as if it has absorbed the light of countless stars. It flows with the breeze, shimmering and shifting in the sunlight like something out of a dream. But it’s his eyes that captivate me the most—golden, not amber. Pure gold, glowing with an intensity that feels almost too bright to look at. He doesn’t belong here; he doesn’t belong anywhere I can name. There’s something otherworldly about him, something so achingly familiar that my chest tightens with a strange sense of déjà vu.

The crystal is a mesmerizing fusion of vibrant colors, as if a rainbow has been captured and crystallized. Its surface was smooth and flawless, reflecting light in a way that created an ever-changing display of hues. At its core, the crystal emanates a soft glow, like a celestial light source. The glow seemed to shine from within with an otherworldly energy. Dark shades of blue that reminded of the ocean depths blended seamlessly with the vibrant greens, reminiscent of a lush forest. Hints of red and orange like that of a setting sun danced around hues of soft pinks and deep purples. All the while golden streaks danced and twirled inside it. All this to say the thing was fucking beautiful, k

Fallon sounded as if he were chewing gravel. “Prismatic silver is not an easy currency to convert, let alone explain,” she said tersely.

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.

Chloe snapped her fingers in front of my face. "That confirms it" Crystal stated like it was the best news she had heard so far "Oh I can hear wedding bells already" Whoa. Pause. What?. That is way too far. "What do think their babies will look like?" Crystal asked dreamily. "They will probably have Kamara's awesome brown skin and Chris's hot blue eyes and the girls must have that awesome body and great behind that will make guys ask for death" "Ladies please" I put my hands over my ears "nothing of that sort will happen"

It had probably detected my vampire aura—if that was a thing—but Dawn set it down and it scampered away, out of the open door. Set on the wall were a bunch of medals. Silver and gold ovals with one's and two's embedded into the faces of the prizes. "Wow, you got so many medals..." "Yeah, I did a lot of swimming back in high school... I won some competitions too." "Wow..." I admired the bright golden medals. There was only one bronze prize, most of them being silver. I eyed the silver metal. Looking at it with disgust. The metal would burn my skin on contact, I was careful to avoid even the slightest touch as I ran my fingers along the faces of the medals.

The bold red gemstone, combined with the delicate detailing, made it a standout piece that perfectly complemented her overall look. Called the Crimson Fate, the necklace embodied the deep, red color symbolized by "crimson" and the notion of destiny implied by "fate." It poetically suggested that the necklace, with its striking red gemstone, was destined to play a significant role in the wearer's life – almost as if it was meant to find its way to them, intertwining beauty and destiny. It also captured the essence of life's passionate emotions, destined encounters, and the strength to overcome challenges, all contributing to one's unique journey and legacy.

Opening it, he turned it so we could see the contents. Jamerson let out a low whistle and Killian's eyes opened widely. The amount of gold that gleamed from the briefcase was impressive. “This and five million in cash if you side with Crimson Moon.” The fucker sounded so pleased with himself. “Gold upfront, cash once the Alpha female from the Raven Knights pack has been acquired.” “We already made a deal.” Killian pipes up, taking a threatening step forward.

I felt his voice coming to me from a distance, something about him being sent by Percy after all, and needing to put a silver collar around my neck. My people hated silver, and even though I was half human, there was still something about the metal that ate into the core of my strength. I did not struggle with him though as he slipped the chocker around my neck, and warned me against going hunting again. According to him, the choker was designed to drain my strength anytime my fangs came out. I laughed without mirth at the irony of it all, because my fangs came out only when I was hungry, and then, I was probably drained of strength already.