King Crimson Requiem Novels & Stories

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

I looked deeply into Crimson's eyes, pools of fiery determination, and found solace in his unwavering support. "But how, Crimson?" I questioned, my voice trembling with a mixture of regret and uncertainty. "How can I right the wrongs I have done? How can I heal the pain I have caused?" Crimson's presence strengthened, his ethereal form growing brighter within my mind. "The path to redemption lies in your actions," he explained, his voice infused with a pearl of wisdom. "Show Shea the depths of your remorse, and let your actions speak louder than any words can convey.”

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

“The crown chooses, but it also hungers. You wear it, yet it is not satisfying. And now, you come to stop what I began.” The Crimson Pact knelt in perfect concentric circles around the dais, chanting in tongues so old that their meaning scratched at the edges of consciousness, a language older than any living memory. Each syllable scraped like steel against bone, vibrating the air, the walls, even the very floor. “Do you feel it?” Valentina said, tilting her head toward Bianca. “The pulse, the opening… the Gate awakens.” “I feel the lies you’ve built this place on,” Bianca spat. “It ends tonight.”

Midnight arrived like a velvet curtain falling over the Crimson Rose mansion. The grand ritual chamber in the basement had been transformed into a temple of sin and blood. Black silk drapes hung from the ceiling, hundreds of crimson candles cast flickering shadows, and the floor was covered in soft velvet mattresses arranged in a wide circle. In the center stood a large, elevated altar draped in deep red satin.

The Dawn Pack had tracked the eastern echo beyond the Frosted Echo, their pursuit leading them to the Crimson Hollow, a sunken expanse at the farthest reaches of the Emberfall Woods, where the forest floor dipped into a bowl-shaped clearing, the ground a hardened crust of blood-red clay, cracked and veined with rivulets of frost that shimmered faintly under the late afternoon sun, its pale light casting a cold, golden sheen across the hollow, the shadows long and jagged, stretching across the clay like claw marks. The air was frigid, biting at the skin, carrying the scent of frost, ash, and a sharp, coppery tang of blood, a whisper of the marrow god’s kin stirring once more, the Crimsonborn—

The crown sparkled in the sunlight, made with silver branches shaped like moonlight vines. Kendrick turned to Rina and said, “With this crown, I name you Luna of the Crystal Pack, my equal, my heart, and the mother of our heirs.” He placed the crown on her head. For a brief moment, there was silence, and then the entire crowd erupted in a thunderous cheer. The sound of howls filled the air, echoing across the hills. Wolves shifted in excitement, lifting their heads to the sky. The music began again, louder this time, and flowers were thrown into the air.

Crowned with jagged edges. His grip tightened. The corpse’s neck began to crack. Queen Amara’s voice rang through the chamber. “Cassian, stop.” He did not. The Heart in his chest beat louder. Boom. Boom. BOOM. The Crown’s whisper turned eager. Yes. There. Break him. Power flared around Cassian. Not just silver now. Black threaded through it, curling over his shoulders and down his spine. His eyes glowed brighter, but the light was no longer clean. It looked fractured. Starved.

I wondered what the fuck her mind would be doing right now if she knew what I was doing. My brain halted in its tracks as I took in the well-dress black suit presence of Critsy walking in with two guards by his side in matching suits. His long red hair that went just passed his ears had to be taking all of the other guests by surprise but still there he stood. We made eye contact and I waited for him to look away in anger as he’d been for so long knowing I’d killed his companions but instead today he gave me a nod and smile then shook his head like he couldn’t believe it himself. My entire body exploded into goosebumps and I knew, the Crimson Priestess had struck again. This was why he was h