The Crimson Dragon Novels & Stories

--- Damon’s POV By nightfall, the Crimson Order had reached the outskirts of our realm. They didn’t send messengers. They sent fire. The eastern village was the first to fall. Screams echoed through the trees before the flames lit the sky like a second dawn. My wolves fought back, but the Order used magic laced with celestial scripture—deadly to our kind. They didn’t come to talk. They came to cleanse. I stood at the gates as their leader stepped forward Archon Veylor, a man once rumored to have drowned an entire Lycan pack in consecrated blood.

"That’s- impossible, we defeated her after the great war. It’s impossible for her to leave a heir in this world!” Heimzel nodded solemnly, his gaze locked with Reina's. "It is true, my daughter. The Crimson Witch was a formidable force, a powerful vampire who struck fear into the hearts of our ancestors. She was relentless, her thirst for power unmatched. The Silvermoon Pack, our pack, waged a battle against her, and in the end, she was defeated. But her legacy lives on."

Damon exclaimed. "And you think you will come here with your cheap story and I will believe you? Open your ears and listen to me properly, I don't care about anything that has to do with you or Alexis, if she likes, let her die, it's will be even better to reduce evil seed in my pack, now get out of my chamber before I change it for you." Crimson ordered. "But..." "I said out!!!" Crimson shouted. TBC

Not pulled from my grasp. Not reclaimed by his. Vanished. That was not something my men had done. We withdrew with eight remaining from the other realm. Four of Vaereth's men, seven of mine. Five captured. Back in the quarry cavern, tension ignited immediately. “You did not tell us everything,” the elder dragon accused. “Explain.” “She is not diluted Madrigal.” Cold slid through my veins. “What are you suggesting?” “She carries first-line fae blood.” Silence fell hard.

Like winter had been waiting in a locked room. “By igniting the silver fire to kill the Ice-Wyrm,” the Goddess warned, “you acted as a magical beacon.” Her physical form began to unravel, violently into mist. “You woke the old world. The continent across the Black Sea has felt your pureblood pulse. The Crimson Court knows you’re alive. And they are already here.” “Wait!” I shouted, pushing forward. “Who is the Crimson Court?” But the Goddess, kind of completely dissolved, left behind nothing at all except that echo of her last, haunting saying, “The blood-drinkers have come for the crown.”

“For centuries, every kingdom has honored the Offering Pact with the Dragon throne.” Nobody spoke. “The Wolves offer enchanted weapons forged beneath moonlight. The Elves present ancient healing relics. The Mermaids give pearls blessed by sea magic. Even the Fae offer sacred enchantments and rare artifacts.” My throat tightened painfully. “But humans, we have nothing magical to offer.” The words felt bitter in my mouth. “No ancient power. No supernatural treasures.” I forced myself to continue anyway. “We only have land. Gold. Resources…” I swallowed hard. “And daughters.”

* * Crimson walked out of the bedroom with a hungry yawn, she barely ate any food the previous day and now she as feeling very hungry and weak, she needed to eat something real bad. Her hair looked like that of a furious mouse as it was scattered all over her face, it was just at shoulder length and was red in colour, honey red which was a rare hair colour, her brother had the same hair and eye brow colour which they both inherited from their late mother. *Next day* She gently walked down the stairs while rubbing her eyes as she felt sour and hungry like a wolf that was about to go crazy. As soon as her legs hit the last stairs she suddenly caught the glorious scent of numerous aromas flying

My dad looks at me with awe, and says “Honey your eyes are bright, a super bright blue, almost like an icy blue!” Crimson says, “How about we go for a flight to seal the bond? I would love to spread my wings.” I mind-link my dad to tell him Crismon wants to go for a flight to seal the bond and ask if he wants to join us. My dad smiles at me and says, “I thought you'd never ask. Give Crimson control for now, and I’ll shift into my dragon. Let’s fly.”

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

“A dragon.” My eyes widened. “Don’t worry, she can’t spit fire. I think Theo told her he would be able to help her. I don’t know the full details yet as I was in the middle of getting information from her when you called for me.” A dragon? I didn’t even know those still exist. I thought they went out of existence. “That’s a little,” Bernardo said. yeah, I shouldn’t have thought that. “Don’t even mind me. I didn’t know humans lived in the Crimson Moon until recently.”