Royal Crimson Novels & Stories

With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

I murmured, voice like silk over steel. Viktor turned, stepping aside without a word, his jaw clenched tight. I stepped past him, deliberately close, brushing the edge of his coat. His cologne hit me like smoke and ash—dangerous, addictive. “Nice outfit, Revenant,” Aleksander said with a low whistle as I passed. “You planning to seduce the enemy or kill them?” “Both,” I said over my shoulder, not breaking stride. Viktor’s voice came behind me, cool and sharp. “Next time, wear something more appropriate for a war room.”

his warm breath fanned against my neck. “Ryder,” my uncontrolled breathing affected my speech. He pulled away from me instantly, much to my disappointment. “I’ll have you all night,” he declares, stepping back from me and his words sending a shiver of excitement across my body. I took a hurried shower and dressed up in a haste, dreading my meeting with the werewolf king again. I tried to keep my outfit simple, yet classy. For every time I have seen the king, I made sure to take extra care with my dressing. Appearance mattered a lot to the royals.

I buried my nose in her silky hair as I tightened my arm around her waist. My business ruled the world. We're called Royal. I'm better in business compared to my younger brother, James. Truthfully, I don't allow anyone near me. I don't even remember after f****** a woman. But she's something - raw fire. Her glimpse ignited me. I hired a lady last night. So, I could get rid of her, this unwanted wedding. But now, I'm certain. I'm not letting her go.

Without any hesitation, she took a handful of red colours and walked towards Alex. "Happy holi" She mumbled as she took the opportunity to color his cheeks. Alex was little surprised to see her but he smiled in response as he took royal blue color and gently rubbed her cheeks to hide those natural pink blush. She didn't know that there is a festival like this which can be this romantic.

When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside. "Welcome to the house of Lestat," the Beta welcomed us. "Thank you, Tarik," Lucien acknowledged by nodding his head. So the Beta's name is Tarik. Tarik led us inside the mansion. The pack house of Crimson Pack is a Tudor-style mansion. It is mostly made of bricks and its interior screams power. Sculptures of the former Alphas are placed on each side of the aisle. I roamed my eyes around to check if there are normal beings but I only saw the scrutinizing stares from the pack members.

Maria shouted causing Cara to Flinched. "Yes, your grace," Cara answered with her head lowered. She stared at herself in the mirror and saw a different person. Never in her entire life did she imagine that she would be dressed as a princess. The dress she had on was a blue glittering sleeveless dress that shines like a diamond. That wasn't all as her face was caked up with makeup making her look different. On her neck were a ruby necklace and a pair of ruby earrings. Cara knew that everything she had on could have caused a fortune but she had no idea why they had to spend a lot of money when the Rankless wolf starved without food.

The five people that followed had their throats slit, and their eyes bleed. The poison coated around the knife was gotten from the rare flower that grows in the cave of Cyleria. It grows every 5000 years and Crimson pack were the ones to have acquired it every 5000 years. It had something to do with the fact that the Kingdom was within the pack. Only the Crimson Royals could acquire the flower and that's exactly what my ancestor had done. I moved away from the field and mind-linked all the guards around the field to clear the air. Seems like we are going to have less than the number of applicants we had last year.

Every shade of red imaginable. Crimson roses. Ruby camellias. Cherry blossoms kissed with scarlet. Deep wine-colored peonies. Bright vermilion lilies. The entire stage transformed into a sea of red. The sight was breathtaking. The color of passion. Power. Wealth. Desire. The bids began before the flowers had even stopped growing. "Three thousand!" "Three thousand five hundred!" "Four thousand!" "Five thousand!" Serena sold for a price that could have bought an entire city. A price of an elite army. Riches that the Wolf Kingdom had not seen in almost a decade.

"But tonight is a formal state dinner. We must ensure the Amber Court looks flawless." Marta nodded approvingly, her experienced hands working quickly to wash Rosalie's long, fiery hair with the scent of sweet vanilla and crushed pearls. For the dinner, the three maids chose a breathtaking crimson silk gown. It was a masterpiece of royal tailoring, featuring a structured, off-the-shoulder neckline that elegantly exposed her collarbones and a heavy, sweeping skirt that pooled around her feet like liquid fire. The deep red color contrasted beautifully with her pale skin and vibrant jade eyes, making her look every bit the powerful Queen she was becoming.