King Crimson Requiem Novels & Stories

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 heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

Not now, not when she needed me as her pillar. “We are here today to break the Crimson curse by performing the Crimson sacrifice, which will reunite the scattered red wolf families,” Gladys began, addressing the crowd. “When the ritual ends, each of you will be able to perceive those you are related to by blood and find them if they’re here. For those outside the Royal Pack, you’ll have to look elsewhere. Please resist the urge to make a scene if you can’t find your family here. Is that clear?” The crowd responded swiftly, and then Aradia stepped forward. “The person whose blood and life are needed for this sacrifice is my daughter. I know how important this is to all of you, but I beg you t

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

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.

Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost. Valerie, ever the wildfire wrapped in silk, hummed quietly beside me, one hand resting on her holster, her other playing with the end of her braid. I wasn’t sure if the hum was to calm herself or to taunt Death. The bodies were waiting for us, strung like grotesque ornaments on the rusted iron fence, a chilling welcome from whatever bastard thought this would scare us. They failed. But that didn’t mean it didn’t piss me off. Three corpses, mutilated beyond recognition. Faces slashed and peeled back, skin branded with crude symbols, symbols that made my stom

Aldric interrupted, his voice carrying the weight of an old man finally speaking truth, “is to be absolutely certain that what we’re doing is righteous. And I’m not certain anymore, Marcus. I’m beginning to wonder if what started as a desire to save the kingdom has become something else entirely. Something driven by grief rather than faith.” Marcus felt the chain beneath his robes burn against his chest. The ring. Always the ring. Always the reminder of the choice he’d made six years ago the choice to prove his loyalty to the crown by turning in his own son. The choice to choose duty over love. The choice that had damned him eternally.