Royal Crimson Novels & Stories

‘It is her’ the male student said grinning ear to ear while the female student huffed in annoyance. At this moment the door of the limo opened and ivy stepped off it. She left her ash hair loose and she was still wearing her glasses but still she looked exceptionally pretty. She smiled and instantly most people were swooned. She was clad in white shirt with a bow tie, burgundy knee length skirt, long burgundy socks and white sneakers which everyone attending silver lake academy wore except the boys who wore burgundy pants.

"That is a Bentley flying spur, I got it in a red colour I didn't want it to be in the dense colour as the other one." Kevin added, he took the last remote on the rest and pressed it, another car honked besides the ded car, it was in grey. "That's a Rolls Royce phantom." Kevin explained again, Crimson was shocked and she could not stop staring at him then the cars with her mouth wide open, she obviously lacked what to say. "You got those for me?" Crimson asked again to be sure she was not dreaming, Kevin nodded with a chuckle as she ran towards the cars and touched each one of them, feeling them in her hands as if they were something she could eat, she didn't talk, she just checked them out.

an attendant walks over a little to happily for my liking. “Hello Eden” “what can I do for you today?” he steps aside and it’s as though she’s seeing me for the first time “I’d like you to take her measurements for a custom gown please” “of course” she says walking over to me, eyeing me from head to foot, “can I ask what the occasion is so I have an idea what type of gown I’m making” “this is my mate so it will be a coronation gown, the colours Red, Gold and Blue, elegant and regal for my Luna Queen”

My hand was looped through Christian’s arm, and his steady presence was the only thing keeping me grounded as the double doors slowly creaked open. The sight before me took my breath away—the hall was illuminated by soft, golden lights reflecting off the high ceilings. The decorations were nothing short of grand, with elegant tapestries and rich emeralds and golds lining the walls. Christian had truly outdone himself. My gaze swept across the room, seeing the sea of pack members and allies standing beneath us, waiting, their heads turned toward the staircase. Dominic’s booming voice echoed across the hall, his words carrying the weight of ceremony and honor. “Please welcome Royal Beta Christ

We both knew how that one had ended. I reached up and laid my hand over the one holding the comb, and pressed it gently. "This one is different." She nodded. The tears came anyway. "I know. I know. I'm just happy." Mating day. The whole Northern range emptied out into the streets. I wore the Royal Luna crown and the Alpha-blooded gown, both more ornate than what I'd worn at the marking. The deep red train of the dress trailed down the Moon Stone steps. In my left hand, I held the Crimson Moon Pack Alpha seal. In my right, the black moon seal of the highest Shadowfang Royal bloodline.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

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 threw back his head and laughed. "I also don't like formalities," He told me after he had recovered. "Adeia and I both hate being royal." "Hate is a strong word, Cisses." "Fine then. Adeia and I dislike having royal blood," He emphasized the dislike so much, I couldn't help but giggle. I liked Cisses quite a lot. From how he stood to how he spoke, he didn't give me much of a royal vibe. I didn't feel like I was talking to Prince but as if I was speaking to a close family member.