Sleepless King Crimson Novels & Stories

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

The older Sired knew better but these newer ones had to be taught why I was called The Black Death. I mind linked to my enforcer. “lucien , tell my children to kill anyone that is not mine in my territory” “Yes Sire” These newBorns had to be taught respect ………… It's been days since I met Christopher and I can't stop thinking about him. He's messing up my work. I keep going back to the way he moaned and gasped when I took his fingers to my mouth. How hard he felt when I pressed against, him. How his eyes clouded with desperate raw lust and just for a second he was mine to have.

"Before the empires, before the written word, there was the Void a space between dimensions where nothing existed, not light, not sound, not even time. I wasn't born, Andrea. I was a scrap of consciousness pulled from that nothingness, woven together by the first architects of this world to serve as a tether between the living and the dead. I was never meant to be a king. I was meant to be a lock." He looked down at his own hands, those long, lethal fingers that had shaped empires and crushed bones. "The title King is a lie the world tells itself to make sense of things. In truth, I am the Custodian of the Crimson Pact. That isn't just a fancy name for a crown. It’s a literal, heavy burden o

Ready to expand Aldenor’s territory to infinity. “High time,” he whispered and abruptly opened his eyes. This moment, for the first time after seven hundred years of calm, the world saw the real King of the Dead. His eyes flashed red with the hunger of five and a half thousand dead people.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

“My mother is right. Guards, seize him. We don’t know who he is, but he’s clearly delusional—” I let out a humorless chuckle, slow and dark. “Oh little brother, the days of your lies are over. I’m done hiding in the shadows while you poison the pack with deceit.” I take another deliberate step forward, voice thunderous now. “I am prince Julian Blackwood. Firstborn of Alpha Magnus Blackwood. Rightful heir to the Crimson crown throne. And I’ve come back… to reclaim what’s mine.” “Oh my, this just got interesting,” A murmur spreads like wildfire through the hall.

With dominance, I commanded, “I need you to investigate the connection between the Crimson Pack and Luke. He’s proposing a collaboration with them as the Dark Moon Pack’s supplier and it's suspicious. Such a pack is not suitable to be their supplier in any aspect.” When I heard a sigh in his voice, I knew something was up. “You know something, don’t you?” I stated. With a sigh, he answered, “The King and Prince also noticed this. The Crimson Pack seems suspiciously close to Luke recently. We even got a report that the Crimson Pack even bribed Luke. It will take some time to get significant evidence though, Princess.” I nodded. It just confirmed that there was indeed something big happening.

At the center sat a man draped in crimson, his fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. “You’re late,” he murmured, not bothering to look up. “I came as fast as I could,” the woman said, pushing back her hood. Her golden eyes gleamed with urgency. “The palace has fallen.” The tapping stopped. A slow, sharp breath filled the silence. “Is the King dead?” The woman hesitated. “I don’t know.” The figures exchanged glances. The air shifted. Then the man in crimson finally raised his gaze—and his eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red.

Perhaps because Lady Valkyrie had yet to ascend as his queen. He sat up, sadness flashing across his handsome features. His jaw clenched at the sight of blood on his sheets. The floor was clean. The maid must have wiped it down as usual, clearing the body of the poor slave he must have ended. Duncan summoned his beta, Lucas, through mind-linking, a Lycan like him, announcing that he was awake. Lucas came in almost immediately, bending a knee before him with his gaze lowered. "Your Grace." King Duncan rose from the bed, naked. His masculine features were strikingly prominent in the dim light of the early morning. His tense muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved, his body glistening with