The Crimson Dragon Novels & Stories

“It’s not just rogues, is it? He’s using witches too.” Miranda, who had joined them at dawn, nodded. “There are whispers of a coven that broke from the Council years ago. The Crimson Circle. They deal in forbidden magic — blood sacrifices, necrotic rituals. If Damien’s working with them, he’s not just after your throne. He’s after power no wolf should ever touch.” Kieran’s gaze flicked to Aria, and for a heartbeat, his mask cracked — fear glinting behind the fury. He’d fought witches before, but this was different. This was ancient.

In which there is a split of the Crimson order of One-One, with the ancient order of Scarlet Desires from the legion of its various warrior vampires. Being that they are divided between their defenders of their entire race, even though none of them desires to annihilate their enemies with as much eagerness as Desires, the various champions of the Crimson Order of One-One, being from Paying Merah, the assassins, their spies, which will go from the lords of the red clouds, to the guardians, who are the red umbrellas. Desires, this is one of the guardians, he is next to his sister, immortal, Luxury, his sister, was everything he was, the woman had beautiful and full breasts, both had their red

He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate. Madchen on the other hand, was mesmerized by her handsome dark suitor, who claimed he loved her. Maybe dragons were more passionate than humans ever dreamed, and maybe she had fallen under his magical spell, and she was hopelessly smitten by this magical being who wrapped her protectively in his shiny onyx wings. “I see she didn’t get far,” Madchen pulled away from Drago’s arms, to find Nick standing there, shiny crimson wings unfolded from his back. He was shirtless, but at least he had shorts on.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

said Edmund in draconic language. “I, Edmund, son of the red dragon, the firestarter, the destroyer. I granted permission for Draco, son of Zergenth, protector of the sky, the last prince dragon of its kind, to get full access to Jergintarth's memory. May the holy mighty dragon's blessing upon you.” Edmund's body floated in the air, and his chest gave off a very bright red light. The light that shot out from his chest then turned into a bright red ball.

I temper her thoughts as I begin to recite my conversation with Lamia, bringing these werecats and whatever Crimson is, up to date and informing them of the new enemy – Orion Artos. “We are not strong enough,” Crimson interjects after I have relayed the details. “They are going to war in less than three months. I will be the first to admit our army has been weakened.” I watch Crimson as he runs a hand down his face and then through his dark curls. His yellow eyes flashed in a reptilian way. I swear they change, not just the color because I have witnessed them turning a deep red. But the pupils sometimes seem to take on a different shape.

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

The audience seemed to be frozen solid, and red smoke escaped each one of them as chants filled the room. My heart raced against my chest and looking down, the ground shook beneath our feet before my dragon, Crystal, appeared. Her eyes were a deep shade of dark red and though she was still tied, she growled, kicked, and fought. She didn’t even seem to notice that I was standing right in front of her.

He had to be lying. "You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become

Max asks, curious about my answers. I take a moment to think. Then I respond, “probably because your bloodline is so thinned now. You can only see my true form because I am a God and a dragon. We hold different rules to the mortals.” “Then I am to assume I’m also…” he pauses, leaning against my arm all the more, causing me to shiver at the coolness against my skin. “A dragon?” I finish for him and he nods. I crack a small smile. “Yes, and no. I do not think you’ve enough blood in you for any kind of transformations or powers, but you are of Hafgan’s bloodline, of this I am sure.”