The Crimson Dragon Novels & Stories

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

He had used only half of his strength in that water dragon, but most Chrysopoeia Graders had struggled to counter or tank that attack. "Unfortunately, you still made the mistake of pissing us off. You people are descendants of us—we left when Earth's mystique energy was depleted and left you inferior creatures out of our mercy. And now you're challenging us, your true elders and ancestors?! Imprudence!" He summoned 80% of his power and shot it out of him. It became a tidal wave threatening to swallow Logan whole. Crimson Guardian was the fiercest fighter of the Crimson Order, second only to the leader. Even Violet Venerable and Lady Selene would rather avoid this attack than to face it head-

It spread across the ceiling in seconds, swallowing every torch until complete darkness crashed over us. Someone cursed. Steel scraped against stone. A heartbeat later, crimson fire erupted from every torch at once. The chamber blazed back into view. Dozens of figures now stood along the broken balconies overlooking the room. Black robes. Silver masks. Each carried the crimson dragon stitched across the chest. The Crimson Dragon Cult. They hadn't arrived. They had been here all along. Waiting. Rowan's grip tightened around his sword. "We're surrounded." "Indeed," the masked leader replied pleasantly. "Though violence was never m

The ledger was secretly transcribed and hidden by his mother when she was his father's mistress, in order to protect herself. With the ledger in hand, he threw in his lot with the Lupos, aka the Jackals, the city's most brazenly rising family, notorious for their cutthroat tactics and disregard for honor. The Jackals were led by Carlo Lupo, a ruthless man whose name carried weight in every corner of the underworld. Carlo found Sebastian's pledge intriguing. He offered him shelter and a modest rank, allowing him to operate under the Lupo name in his schemes. At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family.

⸻ 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.

Bethel sounded almost deranged. Seraphina looked from Bethel to Rose and Melanie who were all stood waiting. Seraphina felt her cheeks flush under their stares and then slowly started to pull the arms of her dress down to reveal the large silver dragon that started on her left shoulder and gradually made its way across her chest, stopping slightly before where her Dhampir markings sat.

Remembering those awful moments gave me mixed feelings. All I wanted before was attention from him, but that’s all gone. I didn’t need it anymore. Now, I was strong enough to be on my own. I could now protect myself even if I’m not Luna… His Luna. I shook my head in dismay, about to refuse the meeting. But I suddenly felt like I had heard the name of Crimson Pack somewhere before. I searched hard in my memory and finally remembered where I had seen this name before. Albert had mentioned several times in his emails that the Crimson Pack had some kind of conflict with Drake, the Rogue King, and was notorious in the Wakeland.

Void of Crimson "This place is just an empty red void," I cried out. "Yes it is but it is not all there is, it is a place where you can easily let out your spiritual energy to the full without fear of harming the environment," she said. "Well that sounds like a good training," I had to to give complement. Maltilda then went on explaining everything she felt I needed to know about this void of Crimson. "The void of Crimson was built by lot's of lords with enormous spiritual energy.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”