Six Crimson Cranes Series Novels & Stories

"Why the sad face, Yifan?" asked an ancient voice that seemed to echo with the Dao. One could not determine whether the speaker was a male or a female, only that whoever it is, he or she must be ancestor-level old. "Do you miss your family?" Above the clouds, somewhere near the central part of the seemingly boundless lands, a beautiful white crane flapped its large wings against the midwinter wind. With a gigantic wingspan of one li, the crane looked nothing like an ordinary animal. Its feathers emitted a soft spiritual glow that wrapped its entire body with warm light, making it look equally sacred and majestic.

THE ALPHA BOOK Clara was a little surprised but she was still sure that Crystal couldn't be the princess because it was not possible! While Ramos opened the Alpha book and without even allowing Crystal to say anything, he kept her hand in the book, making everyone curious about the truth. They knew the Alpha book was the most powerful proof as only the alpha bloodline reveals the blood red colour in the book while all the other Wolves get yellow color. "Ramos_" "Shh." Seeing Crystal hesitating a bit, Ramos glared at her to stay still. Seeing his cold eyes, Crystal didn't dare to make any tiny noise or love her hand as everyone's eyes were stuck on that page and her hand.

No one will care, she can only blame her mother's unfortunate fate. Near the crystal frozen river, there's a humongous and tall tree called 'sakura', the only tree that living in this place. Its big and long branches curved and twisted in an enchanting way were covered in a pile of snow. A group of crows flaps their wings and cowed on top of the large branches while watching the two kids busily covered the hole in soil using the shovels.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

The Crane Wife - In which Queen Jarngrimr contemplates her love for Turiel They said I should have loved a crane wife, her bleeding out in snow, onto ivory ice, I would give her my cloak and she would be the female Christ, her blood stain my kimono, and as I carried her home to rice paper walls, on bent back, she would sing the sister stars down, and those souls departed would flock around me, and I would know something of the afterlife,

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

I left some of the wounds bandaged as I also treated the bruises on my face. I inhaled deeply, hoping it would help ease the pain for just a few minutes. My body remained stationary in the same position for a while before the pain subsided, and I was able to stand up, returning the first aid kit. Opening the second cupboard revealed an impressive collection: emerald green, black, champagne, ruby red, and pale blue dresses, each uniquely crafted with luxurious fabrics, intricate details, and dazzling embellishments.

Magic. The crimson fluid in the bottle began to move, making its way out of the bottle, while Krys' hands danced skillfully in the air, as her chanting grew fiercer and sharper, holding much intensity and vigor. The crimson fluid in the air began to grow a bright shade of red as my sister kept on chanting. In an instant, the red light engulfed the crimson fluid and burned brighter. In an instant, it exploded in the air, turning into tiny specks of red dust.

A cheery but sarcastic voice sounds once the bird has landed. “You have got to be shitting me?” Finn chuckles as Crimson climbs off the back of the oversized bird, the air around the bird shimmering and transforming into Chakor. “By the goddesses will Crimson, I thought you were a goner,” I say reaching the werecat king and clapping him on the back. “I never thought I would be so happy to see you,” I say sincerely because in all honesty, I don’t wish him harm, and for Tawny’s sake, she needed her mate.

Chapter 33: Her Touch Was Louder Than the Screams The sky outside hadn't gone back to normal. If anything, the red seam looked angrier now — thicker, like a scar splitting wider, pulsing faintly as if it had a heartbeat. The light leaking from it wasn't just eerie anymore; it was unnatural. Wrong. Casting flickers of red through the blinds that made the walls look like they were bleeding.