Red Crystal Background Novels & Stories

The air inside the sub-basement server core was exactly sixteen degrees Celsius, tasting of sterile copper and ionized dust. The room was a tomb of glass and brushed steel, filled with the relentless, aggressive hum of two hundred rack-mounted blades processing the global vascular system of the Valeriano empire. Rows of blinking green and amber LED indicators cast a chaotic, hyper-digital grid of light across Dante Rossi’s stone face.

They nodded and Ryan told him about Nick's condition. "Oh my poor boy. Hope he gets well soon. Is it is Ivanov boy who got hurt" he asked sipping his drink and the boys nodded with confused faces. "From the color choices of yours and your eye colors, I can tell who is who if they didn't change over the years" Franco said giggling and they joined him. "Umm, White is for Rowan Blue is for Wylan Silver for Skylar Gold for the Leonardo the great as he loves to be called

And together… They were stronger than Rafael realized. ⸻ Miles away, along the dark riverbank… Rafael stood beside the body of another drained wolf. Moonlight reflected in the shallow water as he wiped a single drop of blood from his lips. The taste was wrong. Weak. Incomplete. He straightened slowly, gazing toward the distant forest where Crimson Hollow lay. Soon. The real power waited there. And when he finally claimed it… Even the moon itself would bow.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

“My friend Greyson has ‘the sight’ and used it on your sleeping sister. He saw magic being drawn from her to a pool in a nearby cave that was full of crystals that were mostly black with a variety of colours swirling within them. Red causes pain, and blue mind control. I don’t know what the other colours do. But there is green, orange, purple…” The woman holds up a hand to stop her, she was glaring daggers at Celine, “You believe that?” Celine raises an eyebrow,

Nothing prepared me for the next course of events. We suddenly reappeared in a clearing, before a group of people seating in tensed silence. The clearing was marked by tall trees at the outer edges that grew so close that it seemed like walls, and the sky was dark with numerous stars glinting brightly high up. Three brightly burning braziers cast an iridescent glow around, sometimes burning yellow, red, blue… changing colors like a rainbow, and burning low one second while blazing hard the next.

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.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

He is the most insufferable, arrogant man I have ever met. “Raven!” I snap out of my thoughts to look at him, my expression questioning. “I want you to meet Crystal. She is a very good friend of mine.” “One time we were more than friends,” the redhead smirks, her eyes predatory as she runs her eyes over his form, before her grey eyes switches to me. Her expression becomes assessing as she stretches her hand to me. “That was ages ago. Ancient history,” he explains as if he doesn’t want me to misunderstand.