Royal Crimson Novels & Stories

As for King Stefan, it seemed that he was shocked to see that there was a warrior who had a very intimidating aura even to him. "You'd better let her go, King Stefan," the Crimson Warrior spoke to King Stefan. King Stefan bared his fangs as he readied himself to attack. To everyone's shock, the Crimson Warrior then howled loudly. That howl even managed to make me kneel because of how intimidating that was. As an Alpha wolf, this howl was very strong. Was it because I was still a new Alpha that his howl intimidated me? 'Who is actually the Crimson Warrior? Why does he have such a threatening aura?' I thought to myself.

“Julian is… entertaining. The typical story everyone would like. But Rowan?” I paused deliberately, rolling my eyes in a flirtatious manner. “Rowan is legacy.” Camilla blinked. “Legacy?” “He’s literally royalty,” I said. “The second son of the English royal family. That’s not just a regular status… that’s history.” Chloe tilted her head. “You don’t even like all that royal pressure stuff.” “I don’t,” I agreed. “But If it is with Rowan, it's different.” Julian is best for attention, but Rowan wasn't the type to get involved with it.There was something far more compelling about someone who carried weight quietly. He held himself like he didn’t need anyone’s approval. Which meant winning his at

The royal advisors and event organizers worked tirelessly, orchestrating every detail to ensure the ceremony would be nothing short of spectacular. The royal palace became a hive of activity. Skilled artisans were commissioned to craft intricate garments befitting the occasion. Adira's gown, adorned with shimmering moonstones, was designed to capture the essence of the night sky. Zaros's regal attire, incorporating deep shades of midnight blue, reflected his dignified presence as the sovereign ruler. The ceremonial hall, where the crowning would take place, underwent a stunning transformation. Elaborate decorations adorned the walls, featuring symbols of unity and prosperity. Fragrant flower

The king was focused to Chief Black at once. "We found this in hidden in the belongings of the crown princess, Your Majesty." Chief Black lifted his hand for everyone to see. I gasped and my throat ran dry when I saw what he was holding. It is a black little bottle with black lid. "And we found out that it indeed contains the deadly extract of the poisonous flower Lily of Morte." I felt like my whole world crumbled into ashes. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. It felt like doom was suddenly in front, standing right before me.

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.

After almost a minute, a single leg steps inside, for a moment before the person appear. She stood by the door for a minute, head hell high, as her gaze travel directly to one person. She then started walking directly towards where the royals are sitting down. She majestically walk with grace and power. Her head is held high like a true Queen, looking directly at one person with lips curve to a smile. She wore a simple Ankara gown with a rose gold color Alkaybba which is following her at least 5 meters behind. Five maids by either of her sides follows behind also dressed in a marching attire.

Statues of twisted figures lined the path, their faces frozen in expressions of ecstasy or agony, I couldn't tell which. Then the palace came into view, and my breath caught. It was beautiful and terrible. Made of black glass or obsidian, it rose from the earth like a crown of thorns. Spires reached toward the twilight sky, and windows glowed with red light from within. The entire structure seemed to pulse, as if it were alive. "The Crimson Palace," the lead vampire announced with obvious pride. "Home of Lord Cassius, King of the Blood Court, Master of the Crimson Veil, Undying One."

Dawn arrived and the great hall buzzed early in preparation for the Imperial’s meeting. The servants cleaned the area thoroughly and had the green curtains removed and changed to gold and Tyrian purple. The ornaments were replaced with blue breeze flowers and azure plants. Only Imperials and Royals are allowed to have these colors in their homes, as it represents wealth and power. Princess Laryn had never worn anything other than these colors. They had known the princess to be finical in every way from her rare but dreadful visits. She had even brought her bed once, beating slaves to carry it on foot.

I admit. I do not really spend much of my time watching the Court's fashions. I have spent the last few years just trying to survive.The last couple of months has really been even more intense when it comes to my focus on other subjects. I have been so focused on coming up with a plan to steal the crown. "Red is considerend a royal color to some and a demonic color to others. What reason could you have to like the color red? Are you royal or are you a demonic worshiper?" One of the knights say to me.

Your ears picked up on my words right away and reacted. In response to the elderly woman's comments, Esme let out a giddy laugh, but she did not break her expectant gaze. _My youngest son looks just like you. Your hair and eyes are the only things that set you apart. He has eyes fit for a king. "He looks just like me? What exactly is an eye of royalty? Is it because of the colour that it was called that?" _Purple is the colour of royalty. And yes, the two of you are a mirror image of each other. It would be extremely difficult to differentiate the two of you if you stood next to each other and covered your eyes.