Sleepless King Crimson Novels & Stories

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

Close enough to see the stormclouds in his armor flicker with something that might be fear. Celeste (barely a whisper): “You want your sky back? Earn it.” I raise Hellebore Mist. The blade drinks the throne room’s lightning and glows white-hot. For one heartbeat, the King and I are the only two things in existence. Then he does the last thing I expect. He lowers his hand. The crown of black ice on his head cracks down the middle. Sky King (voice suddenly ancient and tired): “You are not what we feared.” He steps aside.

Cassius breaks the silence, his velvet voice cutting through the hall like a silver blade, instantly quieting the crowd. "I am well aware, Your Highness," I stammer out, forcing my voice to remain level while my internal monologue screams in absolute terror. Everyone in the Crimson Dominion knows the second prince of House Nightbane is a crippled monster. I am shaking inside my heavy bridal gown, trying to convince myself that I am losing my mind. The lethal predator who pinned me against the wall a month ago is perfectly healthy, agile, and terrifyingly fast. There is no fucking way he is the paralyzed prince sitting in front of me.

I got in, lay down and I was easily taken away by sleep. 'Kaldar...' 'Kaldar...' I heard the voice over and over again in my sleep. 'KALDARRRR!!!' I gasped and woke up. My heartbeat fast. It was dark outside now. I looked at my left arm, it had almost recovered to the wrist. "Wh-what..." I said, fuzzed up. 'Kaldar...' I heard the voice again and wasn't even asleep. I looked around my dark room but I could still see quite well. I was to tired to use my Supreme sight and I knew it wouldn't work even if I tried.

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.

Her heart was steady now and I could tell she was simply asleep, but I couldn’t wait for her to be fully healed and back to her usual self. The so-called fucking Crimson King clearly had issues with me, yet it felt like he was playing a game, one that he was drawing out purposely. I was not going to let him pull me into this fucking cat and mouse game of his. If he wanted to play a proper game, then it was high fucking time he learned how it felt to be the hunted.

A maddened smile spreads across my face. “Send word to the hunters,” I command. “Every pack loyal to me. Every wolf who owes me a debt. Every shadow-born creature who dares to breathe my air.” The soldier swallows. “All of them, Alpha?” “All of them,” I say softly. “Tell them: The Crimson King has lost his queen.” I turn, eyes burning with crimson light. “And he wants her back.” The soldier bolts. Good. Fear fuels obedience and obedience fuels victory. I stare into the shattered villa, into the darkness beyond, into the unknown where she now exists.

The funeral of Lady Ambrosia was held, the realm has lost a great soul, the king seems to have changed after the death of his human mistress from being a kind king to a ruthless king. Three years later, The king and his most trusted council realizing the young prince Aethelfrith was also human and not strong enough to rule the realm decided to betrothe him to his brother's child, A very strong full blooded female vampire named Crimson. The king sent his son, prince Aethelfrith to another place to live and be trained into a capable king.