Six Crimson Cranes Series Novels & Stories

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

With a cry of crane, among the airflow around General of Cloud's body, immortal cranes appeared one after another. These immortal cranes' movements were extremely indistinct, carrying divine and high purity. It was to the extent where even if one looked at them, they would feel ashamed of themselves. Seeing this scene, Star Nelson in the distance narrowed her eyes. "Nine-crane Qingming, one of the eight great magical powers of Heaven's Edge Sect!"

"That's the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom?" "Yes." The geezer laughed heartily and smugly. "I spent years honing my skill for this, and it's really taxing, combining the motifs of a crane and a flower. It's not just the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom—whether it's the Yellowcrane Spiritbloom, the Whitecrane Spiritbloom, or the Blackcrane Spiritbloom, I can make anything you want. "Since the ancients claim that the cranes are spirit animals and blood cranes prevent disasters, you can put a circlet of the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom around the decreased head, and even Hades wouldn't dare to mess with you."

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

All that is missing is a spotted deer with a caption on its head that reads "From our family to yours ... Merry Christmas!" So of course we both work quickly to desecrate that pristine beauty. It is so cold that our breaths float through the air like an icy haze, growing louder with each heavily gasped breath. Snow is being carelessly pushed one way and then another and I'm pretty sure all of our rackets is what caused a nearby herd of red-crowned cranes to scatter above the treetops, but still Travis encourages me, pushing me to move faster, pushing him to move faster too.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴛᴡᴏ + •*.』 "THE CRIMSON...BRIDE?" "Scarlett...?" No other words came out of the two Halflings as they were both stupefied with jolting shock. Scarlett stared at both of their expressions, both in mute horror. Especially Shawn.

Andrew replied. Isabella looked at the little guy embraced by Andrew. He was just a tiny thing now; by the time he grows up, she'd be old. At that moment, Isabella really wished to speed up time. However, her thoughts were quickly interrupted by the cry of a crane overhead. Isabella instinctively looked up, directly at the sky where two red-crowned cranes were flying together. Even just watching them, it felt like they were deeply in love.