Novel & Cerita The Crimson Gardevoir

“The Phanton line has come to an end and a hybrid cannot rule the kingdom.” “I accept Princess tawny’s proposal. So, who here has the guts to challenge me for the right to the princess’s hand and the throne?” Crimson stands, face red and eyes turning from their yellow to the crimson color I love so much. His anger is palpable, and the vicious voices die down to disgruntled grumbles. “That’s what I thought.” Crimson steps back but does not sit back down, remaining by my side instead.

A woman wearing a dark somber dress with a pale face and a solemn expression as though she had just left a funeral. She was one of the few females among the men in suits. One more mystery. She was probably just aware that she was trapped in a generational photo album featuring a number of human-sized gargoyles but who was she and why did she look so completely miserable? I leaned back against my pillows and sighed in frustration. It was hopeless. I discovered less the more I dug. It was similar to using a sieve to scoop water. The Crimson Order was an omnipresent force that left no distinct imprint it was a ghost in the machine. Nevertheless I was aware. Something shady was going on in this

"How can I revive the Flying Feathers Alliance if I don't subdue you and Peacock Lilibet? So don't blame me for doing what I have to do!" "Garuda, you're truly despicable!" Colori Phoenix shouted as she trembled. She shot out her slender hands at Garuda, wanting to capture him in her claw-like grip. She had infused her power in that attack, and wherever she passed, the space around her would distort. It was a shocking sight to behold.

He had amassed a vast empire, subjugating all who stood in his way, his reign marked by bloodshed and terror. And she learned of the Crimson Zone, a place of darkness and despair, a prison built not of stone, but of blood and magic. She learned of its origins, its purpose, its secrets. The Crimson Zone was a place of torment, a hell on earth, a prison designed to contain the most dangerous and powerful vampires in the world. It was a place where hope was extinguished, where souls were lost, where the darkness reigned supreme.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

Red Claw guards crept, wedging chains into heavy iron gates, sharpening blades of obsidian, and anchoring wards across the perimeter. Wolves padded down halls in man and beast form, eyes aglow, ears attuned to the first whisper of invasion. Tallest of them all, Cassie stood on the highest balcony of the war tower, gazing out at the far mountains where Greyer's earth gave way to unknown. Her armor glowed dark red, edged with blue-silver from volcanic cores smoldering like freshly burning flame. Her family crest, a phoenix from ashes scarred upon her chest. The wind pulled on her braids, jerking them like defiance.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

Without further ado, she pushed Nathan to the side who was still pinning him and rip Cedericks top and instantly saw a card tattoo of a reaper the same thing as what Joker has, though, on his, he has only the letter ‘J’ written on it. “What are you doing Crimson Blade? Are you now planning to rape me?” he japed. But Zitrey face is in serious, “Why you have this tattoo? An exclusive mark for the next in line Royal Jack of the Cards of Reapers.” Cederick laughed at her with a hand covered his face. “Yup, I was exactly what your thinking. I was part of the Cards of Reapers Organization. And unfortunately, the game has not yet reached its end.” Later, with his hand gesture in the air, all doors

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

If a war was to breakout among the packs, Crimson would have the advantage with their warriors. The gasps now turned into talk and arguments among the elders and I could see some of them realizing what this meant. Adira moved in closer to me as if she was worried about what was to happen. Rubbing her back I tried to assure her that everything was going to be okay. One of the other elders stood and one of my warriors gave out a growl warning him to not step close to us. The elder swallowed hard before he says, “Redwood will not stand against Crimson. Our numbers are low, and we can’t afford a fight at our door.”