Royal Crimson Novels & Stories

Royal Wedding Micah sat in front of the dressing mirror, her swollen eyes covered with makeup, her brown hazel eyes drained of life, and her face masked with contour. Her long black hair was brushed and styled into a sophisticated low bun; a hairpin, which extended as a veil, concealed her face but was transparent and easy for the eyes to peer through. Micah was wearing a white gown with red color tints at the bottom of the dress. Heavy necklaces rested on her chest like a burden, and a black diamond earring dangled on both sides of her ears.

The words hung in the chamber. Because suddenly the story they had been told for centuries felt incomplete. ⸻ Kael searched through the old records surrounding the portrait. “There is something strange.” Everyone turned toward him. He held up a piece of parchment. “This symbol.” He pointed to a small marking at the bottom of the painting. “It appears in old Crimson records too.” Riven frowned. “That’s impossible.” “Why?” “Because this symbol belonged to the first Crimson royal family.” Silence filled the chamber. Elara looked between them.

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.

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

I swallowed. “It was under my pillow.” Sofia carefully picked it up. Her fingers barely touched the pendant before she gasped. “This is Crimson stone.” I frowned. “Crimson stone?” “From the Crimson Kingdom. It is one of the rarest gemstones in the supernatural world.” Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper. “Only the royal family has access to this kind of stone. They use it as a symbol of bloodline and authority,” she swallowed. “Ordinary wolves cannot purchase it. Even wealthy families are forbidden from possessing it unless the royal court grants them permission.”

the wedding had guests from far and near and so did the Camfreys present themselves. Iris stood from outside watching her mother happily get Chimere into her garment of the day. While she had requested a baby blue colored dress, the servant had done well to inform her of the color code of the day. “The royal relatives are to wear Rose Gold.” The omega started concentrating on her hair. “But I love baby blue. I know I will look good in a baby blue ball gown” she persuaded. “The queen and bride are to wear pearl white, her groom is to wear white with a baby blue pocket square signifying the dress of the next ruler after them and that person we both know is Princess Chimere” a voice answers fro

Christine said. Azrael felt shivers running down her spine. But one question was still lingering in her mind despite of not taking in every realizations she just discovered. “Where-- how did you get this?” she asked. Christine looked at the Luna as if she asked the wrong question. Or as if the answer was already obvious. It was clear to see that she used her spells but the witch knew she had to explain. “The moment the Crimson Crest pack was attacked, I immediately thought of the Crescent Bow…” Christine started and mumbled a spell that made her look normal without the tiara and the princess dress.

Klyde commented when he noticed the reddish violet marks on her neck. "There's nothing thing to problem about, boss." He stood up and walks towards Klyde. It cannot be denied that Rig is much taller than Klyde. He stand above 6 feet. "Oh come on, the fun's just starting I'm still patiently waiting for the ass to show up. We have a sparring." "Your mansion has been robbed, I bet it was Christmas'." That stiffened Klyde. "What did you just say?"

According to the rules, the Royal couple should be present in the hall for the rituals after sunrise, but clouds covering the sky deceived us. We both were gasping for air after getting ready on such a short notice, I almost tripped over my long dress due to heels. A-line, and thin strapped gown in a deep red hue, almost crimson like Ruby, adorned with hundreds of sparkling gemstones, it was my dream dress to wear at the mating ceremony. I was over the moon to be my lycan king’s bride! Maddox gently placed his hand on my waist, walking by my side on the long red carpet. His heart-warming smile burned my cheeks as he complimented me.

"That's ridiculous! I would have never believed you, of all people, to get a friend! This is priceless!" "Shut up, princess. I'll wipe that stupid smile off your face." "I'd like to see you try." "Um..." I raised my hand to get their attention. "Oh, I forgot to introduce you." Crimson said. "Black, this is Scarlet Relezea. She's the spoiled princess of-" Scarlet suddenly stepped on Crimson's foot, immediately silencing him. "It's very nice to meet you." She smiled at me. "As this brute just said, my name is Scarlet Relezea. I'm a second year from the fashion department."