Novel & Cerita Royal Crimson

Each had on a hand-stitched gown of the finest quality made by demons. Arisa's was a long flowing gown which shimmered in the light. The colors of her gown were red and purple. Red signified that she was a blood partner while purple signified royalty, meaning she was MY blood partner. Liz's dress was nice and puffy, at her request, and had the colors purple and white. Purple, she was now a Dark Princess, and white signified purity, AKA, she's single.

“The kind who thinks he’s not looking when he’s looking. Always watching her, like she’s the moon itself. If she’s smart, she’ll have them both wrapped around her fingers by week’s end.” I took a bite of the bread Tessa gave me, chewing slowly as her words sank in. The twins liked Aurora? Good. If they were busy with her, they wouldn’t see me working in the dark. “She’s not just smart,” Tessa whispered. “She’s dangerous. My cousin works with the tailors, and they said Aurora ordered gowns in the Crimson colors—deep red and gold. That’s not fashion, that’s a statement.” Maris grinned. “The queen’s colors. Bold for someone who just arrived.”

I rolled my eyes at him before entering the main hall. From every corner of the mansion, royalness exuded. The moonlight tumbled on the crystals of the gigantic chandelier through the small hole in the roofline and its bright shadow spread out across the hall. The walls of the mansion were painted in ivory white except the one that was behind the throne of the King, I assumed, was painted in crimson red as the name of their pack. The scent of Vanilla and lavender filled my nostrils again as I made my way through the hall, Luca helping me to lead the way to her.

The dress was a declaration of war. ​It wasn't white. Kaelen had been specific about that. “We are wolves, Elara. We don’t pretend to be innocent. We wear the color of blood.” ​I stared at myself in the floor-length mirror of the bridal suite. The silk was a deep, crimson red, clinging to my curves like a second skin. It had a slit that went dangerously high up my thigh and a neckline that plunged low enough to make my heart race. It was elegant, expensive, and utterly scandalous.

Her eyes were crimson red and had black hair. It looks like my genes were dominant. That's why I said the Bliaviroth empire will have an era of female emperors. The royal blood of Crescent Pack's Alphas is crimson eyes. The eyes which itself speaks of dominance and power over other werewolves. Even though my mother has beautiful blue eyes, I still inherited my dad's. My brother Victor too, his birth mother is said to be average looking commoner but he was born with beautiful red eyes. From that day, whoever was born with crimson red eyes was considered the royal bloodline of the Bliaviroth empire.

I turned to look at Leon who only held pity in his eyes for me. "Who is Crimson?" I asked calmly trying my possible best to control my anger. "Lady Crimson is the crown princess of this realm," Leon answered as if he was trained to say that. "That is not what I mean, I mean who is Crimson to Aethelfrith?" I shouted. "With all due respect, Tryamon please do not raise your voice at me or allow your actions to disrespect me in anyway, I am not Aethelfrith your lover but Leon his brother," Leon warned, his expression turned serious.

Especially from one being in particular. "PLEASE! PLEASE, NOOO!" A scream of a young woman echoed in the dead halls. A pair of male Betas yanked her with the shackles of the chains to her arms and legs. She dragged down the elegant red carpets of the castle, adorned in a soft carmine evening dress. Red is the color of royalty amongst Vampires. The most regal and seductive color of them all. A color that only they are drawn to.

One thing Roxanne liked and hated about being dragged into a mare's nest and a world of dementia in Blood Moon pack were the elegant and elaborate ball parties they threw, where the champions looked their best and Roxie got to feel beautiful and a princess. Just like the other girls, Roxie was dressed pretty, in a glamorously red gown that flowed to the floor, her hair was done and her makeup was nicely touched by Bloom who fortunately didn't bake her face with too much makeup, unlike the other girls who looked like they had eaten up makeup and was overly dressed.

Those were the colors of any consort and not the ruler. There were also men who wore suits in other colors. Some of them even wore yellow and pink suits which made the Council grimace. I can’t blame them. Those used to be my favorite colors but those colors were for young pups, not for alphas and certainly not for queens. They must have forgotten to review the royal family rules. They would be sent home tonight as well. After this, we wouldn’t be able to see twenty percent of the alphas anymore. Chester belonged to the very few alphas who wore gold. Black, gold, and silver were the colors of the flag in our kingdom.

Without wasting another moment, and not giving it another thought, Stacy searched for room no 706. As she found the room, she swiped the white card and the doors opened. She entered and saw there was no electricity and saw there was a holder beside the door which looked like the card's size. She put it on the holder and the room lit with light. A smile spread across her lips because it was the first time she entered a royal suite. The room suddenly looked royal. White paint with designer carvings on the corners of the walls. The bedroom was detached from the drawing room and there was an open kitchen. The whole room had golden lights and the couches looked classic with the maroon color. It w