The Crimson Gardevoir Novels & Stories

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

“That means returning to Aethermoor.” “Then that’s where we go.” Suddenly, another explosion rocked the hall. A horn sounded—low, mournful. Dain. They bolted through the corridor, dodging falling debris, until they emerged into the night-choked courtyard. Fires raged along the east wall. The Crimson Creed had arrived—ruthless warriors cloaked in crimson and gold, cutting down invaders with brutal grace. In the center, Dain stood bloodied, surrounded, but unyielding. Elara ran to him, sigils blazing around her hands, and unleashed a wave of magic that sent enemies flying.

I was looking forward to no reminders. “There is my little wolf! Are you ready for our walk?” I nodded and the guard rolled his eyes. Gorm picked up right away. “Oh, I am so sorry there is the magnificent Crimson Priestess behold her in her glory.” He laughed and I also couldn’t help but smile while rolling my eyes.

"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 strong like the othe

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

It was angry, alive, burning. The silence shattered with a guttural roar — deep, rough, a bellow that carried focused intent. This wasn't some aimless roamer drifting through the wastes. This thing had power. Elemental power. From the shadows, it stepped out. Bigger than any roamer they'd fought. Broad - shouldered, muscles twitching under charred, cracked skin. Veins like molten rivers pulsed beneath the surface, glowing crimson with a heat that warped the air. Flames licked along its arms, alive and hungry.

“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.”

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

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.

In its beak was a black-and-gold invitation. I wiped my hands and picked it up. It was an invitation to the "Crimson Gala." The most exclusive power-broker event for all North American vampire clans. As soon as I touched the wax seal, the dark gold card ignited in midair, and Silas's deep, sexy voice whispered in my ear: "The gala awaits its Queen. Don't keep us waiting." The "Crimson Gala" was held at the Grand Cathedral of Evernight. The highest-tier pureblood nobles were all gathered.