Royal Crimson Novels & Stories

"This, Your Majesty, is the Crimson Potion. One of the rarest concoctions, known only to our pack. Do you even know what we use it for? I am certain your father used to bring you here every night of the full moon... You must have learnt certain things." Attempting to grapple with the magnitude of the situation, the king shook his head, unable to recall the potion's true purpose. Nevertheless, he knew that it held profound significance in the realm of blood. "Yea, father used to bring me here but... for other reasons. It's been so long, how do you expect me to remember? It's over twenty years. Oh wait, I remember, the crimson potion, right... it signifies an active blood, does it not?"

“The Phanton line has come to an end and a hybrid cannot rule the kingdom.” “I accept Princess tawny’s proposal. So, who here has the guts to challenge me for the right to the princess’s hand and the throne?” Crimson stands, face red and eyes turning from their yellow to the crimson color I love so much. His anger is palpable, and the vicious voices die down to disgruntled grumbles. “That’s what I thought.” Crimson steps back but does not sit back down, remaining by my side instead.

Prince Ron, who was sitting in Zedekiel's private library, reading a book, suddenly sneezed. The white and red Fox on his shoulder rubbed it's head against Prince Ron's cool cheek, purring softly. "Someone is definitely gossiping about me." Prince Ron mumbled. He was adorned in burgundy-hued robes intricately woven with threads of silver and mint green, creating an elegant tapestry of blossoming flowers that adorned the hem and sleeves. The colour of the robes complemented his red hair and green eyes. Ever since he realized red was the best colour for him, he had asked the Royal Couturier to make him more robes in different shades of red. He couldn't wait for his beloved to come back and see

“But I'm not sure how this all relates.” “It means, my dear child, that your father is of royal blood,” Carlo explained, his eyes lighting up. “With his lineage, not only is he royal blood, but he can be knighted for his ancestor's battle bravery. If your father becomes a Knight of Orsino, and you are his next of kin, then you are no longer considered common blood. Far from it.” Sabrina's knees went weak and she held onto Marco for support. “You mean...” she whispered.

She loved what they did to the robe she wore on the outside. The royal embroidery department in charge of making the clothes had put a lot of effort to embroider her favorite peony flowers on it. The flowers just kept on going as if it was a blooming garden. The white robe was tied with a golden clamp in the front and still shows the red gown that she wore inside. She chose the two colors; others would choose their own as long it was traditional in the end. The maids put on a flower headdress on her head to compensate for the crown she would wear later. Her head was already heavy with the hairstyle that they had made on her. At least the shoes were not that high or else she was going to fain

He took a slowly step by step moving forward and he point his sword in front. He was rather curious and shaking, since the moon above was crimson, unable to gulp his fear, for his hometown, they call crimson moon as a disastrous movements of the night. Once a crimson moon appear, the danger lurks within the night will increase that will bring an apocalyptic exposure to the entire kingdom. That means, a phenomenal will come blinding the entire kingdom. Soon as he approached the bush, he ready his sword and swang cutting the bushes with one swing as he watch the leaf fell from his sight.

Her hair was a river of shadows — black with hints of violet and wine - red gloss, curling like dark lava alive with promise and warning. She created chaos and destruction in the mortal world like a shadow slipping through cracks — silent, unseen until everything shattered around her. She whispered promises to greedy hearts, her beauty a weapon sharper than any blade. Mortals fell for it every time. Their eyes locked onto her like moths to a flame, drawn by the impossible allure of her face — too perfect, too captivating to be real. They didn't see the poison beneath the skin, didn't sense the hunger twisting in her smile.

A calming breath through my nose settled me and I cleared my throat. ​“Thank you for coming. Welcome to Tencrest Manor. Tonight marks the 200th year of the Crimson Accord. This season’s Crimson Ball focuses on the unity of the Founding Ten, those who helped build the Accord and continue to support its history and tradition. We have a busy month ahead of us. Events are scheduled for most nights and I encourage everyone to partake. Please do not hesitate to ask the staff, if you have specific needs. I look forward to pursuing another year of peace between our families.” I spare a look at Abigail who has retreated to her seat and am relieved to see her approving smile.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Once upon a time, I loved freedom so much, but his words made me fold my wings. I began to live under his protection. In those five years we'd been together, we spent countless nights in this rose manor. And he would tell me he would marry me at the end of each one. But it wasn't until now that I realized his promises were worthless. He had given me nothing except the bracelet. False prince, false love, and poor roses... Before the tears fell, I broke the bracelet that didn't really fit. Jeffrey could never keep roses. There were two days left. Then Dad would arrive.