King Crimson Requiem Novels & Stories

"About Crimson, we heard of their affiliation with the rogue pack. And decided to take a peek to ascertain if the claims were true or false. Unsurprisingly, we discovered that the claims were true and so I decided to give them perfect retribution. I also found out that they were planning my demise. What better way to show them that we mean business than to bring them to their feet? The woman who they referred to as Luna was never their Luna, but an Omega slave who was being used at her own peril. Right now, crimson is bound to us by a blood oath and if they even dare to connive again, we shall strike them where it hurts." The werewolves gathered in the room clapped as he finished speaking. L

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

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.

Golden for the birth of crown Red for bringing up the dawn Niveus for the day of rebirth Blue to bring the magic down White for when one is wilted down Scarlet when the hunt is back again Silver blades rise on victory march Love will patch our tattered hearts Smoke on the summon of spirits you choose Black coffins when endowed are buried down Happiness when the lost returns No forbearance for the illicit affairs Lapis Patera when the pure blades rise Nigros for slaughter of the demonic souls Taç for the pure and just reign.

Crimson stared at the familiar room with a sigh, why was Lunette taking so long to do a few things? She quietly removed her phone and checked for his number on her phone before dialling it, it rang for a few times before he picked. "Hello." His cold baratone voice rang from the other side, Crimson took a deep breath before talking. "Hi Kevin, sorry to bother you, I wanted to persuade you to come back home early so you could attend little Gray's function, you need to come back before I leave for my tour." Crimson said to him, she heard him chuckled and she wondered if she said something funny.

WE ALL STAND QUIETLY on the path leading up the dark-gloomy castle entrance as the three matrons carry out a ritual. Seven small outcropping rocks lie spread wide apart in a horizontal line at the path leading to the castle steps and Oniko with the assistance of Bashir and Biola moves to each of the rocks, taking one of the seven rams that had been made available for the ritual, slaughtering the rams upon it and letting the blood spill upon the rock while the matrons follow them from behind chanting incantations.

It was the agony of a connection severed, a piece of her soul ripped out with violence, that shook her very being. The crimson liquid, imbued with dark magic, sizzled on her skin as it seeped into her, pulsing with an unholy light. The chanting rose to a fever pitch. Sweat beaded on her brow, her vision blurring as she fought the rising tide of nausea. Tears streamed down her face. Reyana's teary eyes caught sight of Odessa, who led the ritual. She had a satisfied look on her face. A final, ear-splitting shriek escaped her lips as the crimson light reached its zenith. The symbols on the platform flared white hot, then imploded with a deafening crack that echoed through the hall. The chanting

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

He had been staring directly into my eyes since I sat down and I wondered how intimidating he must have thought it was. ‘’ How badly do you want Christopher Rhinehart dead?’’ He finally asked and I had to school my face to remain expressionless. He probably wanted to strike the the- enemy – of – my -enemy – is – my – friend deal with me, but vampires in general were my enemies, I didn’t have specific dislikes and I was beginning to prefer the Rhineharts to vampires who hid out in dusty buildings and sat on Cain chairs -- but then, everyone preferred the rich.

Damon’s POV The wind carried the scent of steel and sanctified blood. I stood atop the watchtower, eyes fixed on the horizon. The Crimson Order came like a storm. Crimson banners, golden armor, and their twisted symbol—two swords piercing a wolf's skull—fluttering like a warning from the gods. They hadn’t set foot outside their sacred mountains in decades. But now they marched toward my kingdom, declaring me an abomination and Rhea a dark queen reborn. Liars.