Red Crown Books Novels & Stories

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Some manifest at the early age of twelve; however, seventeen and older were the most often ages for lines to manifest. “Ahh!” I was about to stand up when I felt a burning sensation in my chest; it made me feel dizzy; I remained sitting, breathing to calm my chest; it lasted for less than a minute before it subsided, “What the hell was that?” I was in that position when I felt something weird again; my heart was beating so fast, my breath was uneven, followed by the gushing window; I looked behind me when I felt a significant presence enter the library. “Who are you?” I’m still holding my chest; a lady wearing an all-white under her thick black cloak is in front of me. Her aura is shouting a

Meanwhile, over at the Romano family's sprawling estate, the place was nothing like a swanky estate. Rather, it felt more like a fortress bristling with security. High walls were laced with live barbed wire, and armed guards were posted every 30 feet. The servants, clad in black, moved with heads down and without a sound, like ghosts drifting through the halls. Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the door was left ajar, letting out a heavy stench of blood that even overpowered the room's fancy cedar scent.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

He was too huge for his species, I wondered letting my hand brush his neck. His eyes suddenly flickered open and I fell back onto my burr before scrambling to my feet with hands flaying around to get a hold of Chicken Nugget's beaded collar. "Easy easy." I say to the unmoving animal, it's eyes open and lazer focused on us with an intensity that made me freeze and my dog shuffle on his feet. Crimson were it's eyes, so blood red that I couldn't differentiate between beautiful and dangerous. The look was fleeting, his lids fluttered shut again, but it left my skin tingling as if I'd touched an electric wire.

Only a steady presence, like the second beat of a quiet drum. The clerk returned with an armful of volumes and a few rolled maps. “These are from the old catalogs. The Church sealed many of the oldest records, but these were permitted for scholars.” “Thank you.” He laid out a book bound in dark hide. The cover had no title. Inside, an engraving showed scales crossed by a circle. Her breath caught. The caption read: Equinox, She Who Measures.

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I exclaimed surprised at seeing books in bars for the first time. "Some books are in bars because they are dangerous," he said. "But some books are not imprisoned, most of them are..." I paused when my eyes skimmed through the shiny title of my favourite book series 'Throne of Glass', "Well, at least my favourite assassin is not behind the bars." Then I realised that we were on a school tour and not a book tour. I turned towards him and smiled sheepishly, "Sorry let's go, I got a little carried away with books."

The driver clicks to open the door and moves a bit to the sides. Dark red heavy shoes with a sharp point in the front land out of the gate on the ground. A light brown surcoat over a golden and white tunic sways out with a tall and wide man. The golden crown shines brightly on his head. Light brown skin with a darker shade of brown beards is under the green eyes.

“The first king cannot return without a body.” Shigure looked at me. “A body carrying royal tide blood and wolf memory.” Cael gave a bitter laugh. “So everyone chose the same girl.” The book opened again. This page showed the blood moon. Three crowns circled beneath it. The Tide Crown. The Stormcrest Crown. A third crown made from black bone. Words burned across the glass. WHEN THE THREE CROWNS MEET, THE FIRST KING MAY RISE. THE LAST QUEEN MUST BE EMPTIED.