The Crimson Dragon Novels & Stories

''How many of you are in this school? I lifted my chin. I didn't know anything about sex and I could get tongue tied in front of the hottest guy I had ever seen but I was Amelia Rhinehart, daughter of Christopher Rhinehart, vampire royalty and this line of conversation, it was my territory. ''Why would I tell you that?''

A crimson sun pierced by twin fangs. “The prophecy,” Varek whispered. “It speaks of a Crimson-born. Of a bloodline marked by the gods. A girl who will open the gates sealed by her ancestors. And in doing so, will bring the balance the supernatural world craves.” “Balance?” Fenrak muttered. “You mean chaos.” Varek chuckled. “The only chaos here is the rule Kael and his kind uphold. Alpha hierarchies. Territories. Submission. You think that’s order?”

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

"This servant Jiang Xiaorou pays her homage swearing obedience and my undying loyalty, My Queen." Jiang Wushuang nods and says “Get up, now that you have been reborn as one of mine you will have to abandon your old surname. My original last name is Long, but I will keep the name you gave me. I am Long Wushuang, I carry the lineage of the most powerful of dragons, we are dark creatures, we live in darkness, but we ourselves seek the light to maintain a balance in our being, our race is the proudest and strongest and my goal is that our vampire race emerged as a unique and unstoppable race, that everyone fears just hearing the word vampire. I will start a new era "

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

Since then she has been after the cursed ones with a vengeance, leading the nighthawks into majority of their battles. “We got information of cursed ones sightings from one of our covens and Oniko has gone first with the red matron and others,” Damola explained. “I’ll be taking you there now, it’s time you saw for yourselves what we are up against.” I was going to battle! My eyes widened, and my heart began to race fast. Damola brought out a brown feather. “You know what this is?” I stared at the feather in her hand. Although I sensed magic on it, I saw nothing else. “A feather?” I stated the obvious.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

An elder men chanted a spell and held the red dragon down with a water binding magic. Eric chuckled and said, "Good. Very good. Let's have you taste my purple dragon." He summoned out his purple dragon. Out of the sky came a large and dark creature. It's eyes was yellow as the sun and it's scale was black with the tips being purple. It was a humongous beast. "ROOOOAAAR," cried the Purple Dragon. "Oh, Eric have summoned his Dark Crystal Dragon," said Theo. "Damn, what's going on? Why is he using his third dragon?"