The Crimson Dragon Novels & Stories

He thought for a moment, then he said, "Wait. I have a Crimson Draconic Ginseng, a high-grade magical herb. How's that for the prize of our contest?" Zang Fengling produced from inside his robes a little jade chest of his own and opened it. A sudden wave of swelter swept through the room, increasing the hotness indoors so rapidly with the element of heat blazing from inside the herb that was glowing and pulsing furiously like something eager to burst out. Nurtured in the broil of hot volcanic magma, Crimson Draconic Ginsengs grow up absorbing the very substance of the Fire Spinel; a magical herb with just as great potency as soul-nourishing Lotuses in helping with a warrior's magical cultiva

Kuroyuki uttered as she glared at him. “I will not acknowledge him.” He said to Kuroyuki as he glared at me with an angry look. What’s with his problem…? “I don’t need your acknowledgement. Who do you think you are? You can’t even climb to the top yet you are so full of yourself.” “Shut up, human!” Only those who aren’t human would’ve shouted that way. “What race is he…?” I whispered to Kuroyuki. “…A hybrid of a dragon and phoenix. His name is Crimson Veladora Blaze.”

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

Therefore, he had to use the matter of the crimson dragon to temporarily keep the people from the other two villages here. After all, he alone probably would not be able to capture the crimson dragon. If his village failed to capture the crimson dragon and the people from the other two villages left this place ahead of them, it would put them at a great disadvantage. In the end, things had turned out as they were now. The entrance of the cave resembled purgatory, with invaders and defenders engaged in a fierce battle.

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

I flipped back to the last page, where I saw a little paragraph titled “The Crimson Circle.” “The Crimson Circle are a group of Dark Witches who are involved in sorcery. They involve themselves in all manner of dark magic, and use a tight system and formation to keep themselves hidden.” I stopped. Could the Crimson Circle be the one in charge of what’s going on all along?

The Commander's voice was calm and triumphant. A sinister shadow materialized behind him, and the two soldiers flanking Caleb were sent hurtling into the crowd of onlookers. The leader staggered aside, revealing my brother with unsettling clarity. A dark, swirling aura emanated from Caleb's figure, his eyes ignited in a fierce crimson glow at the center of intricate black lines spreading across his skin, tracing down his face and neck. Waves of raw power surged from him, palpable in the air, as he took a deliberate step closer to me. He lunged forward with clawed hands towards the commander just before falling to the ground, revealing the man that was standing behind him, a sword hilt held t

He had been one of the most wanted serial killers in history, which alone was a significant title, judging by the lengths he had gone. "I need the image fast, Malcolm. I need to find whoever had done this..." I said as Malcolm nodded, sketching the man's image further. I sat down as some minutes passed by, with my eyes glancing around the paintings, knowing they were made with the victims' blood and were still the bestsellers on the market, with the buyers craving such paintings. "I'm done." A voice jolted me back as I watched Malcolm approach my side. "He seems really great for my taste, but it's sad that i can't have him, or can I, Dominic?" Malcolm questioned. But this man, whoever he was

Crimson Wyrm Master wanted Shielded Valley destroyed; gaining a traitor was not enough. Not far away, several figures approached, led by none other than Darko. "Where is Crimson Wyrm? Why didn't you keep your promise?" Darko's anger was evident. He had been set up and was nearly killed. His rage was overwhelming. "Are you questioning me?" asked Crimson Wyrm Master in a commanding voice from the darkness. He would never allow anyone to speak to him in such a manner. His lofty position demanded respect. "You..." Darko's angry retort died in his throat, his tone softening. "Crimson Wyrm, we had a prime opportunity. What a shame to have missed it."

What exactly is the power of the Crimson King… “I checked books of old lore. I had a few brought in from the head coven in America and there is a symbol in our history books that refers to a power above all. A symbol that is always in red, I don’t know, but when I saw it, I felt that perhaps it stands for him.” “You mean he’s linked to witches? Men don’t carry- wait, do you mean Lady Roja’s direct descendants?!” Delsanra whispers, grabbing hold of my arm. I smile wryly. “Yes, I do. And I need to speak to Kat about it. She might know something.”