The Crimson Gardevoir Novels & Stories

"We have something for you. Something to make sure everyone knows exactly who they're dealing with." They set the cases down on the table. Silas clicked the latches and swung the lid open. My breath hitched. Resting in the foam was a suit of armor unlike anything I’d ever seen. It wasn't the dull silver of the guard or the black of the scouts. It was a deep, bruised crimson—the color of drying blood, polished to a mirror sheen. "It’s dark red," I whispered, reaching out to touch the cold metal of the breastplate.

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.

Thirty-two years old and carrying himself like he owns the world. "Alpha Silverclaw." His greeting is formal, assessing. "Thank you for meeting with me." "Alpha Garrett." Hope doesn't offer her hand. "Welcome to Crimson Hollow." "You're younger than I expected." "I'm exactly the age I've been since birth. Funny how that works." Garrett's expression tightens at her sarcasm. "The Council has suggested we discuss the mating ceremony. I understand you have reservations." "I have several reservations. Starting with the fact that I'm fourteen and you're thirty-two."

THE GIFT THE LAND OF Xynmorth is not an island but the people who visit Xynmorth do not travel by land, they travel by water because the whole land is covered with high walls. The only way in and way out in Xynmorth is the dock in Jedburgh City. Jedburgh City is the largest city in Xynmorth. It is also where the pack house of Crimson Pack, the house of Lestat, is located. When we reached the pack house, some of the pack members, including the Beta are waiting for us outside.

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

As they all sat and chat about some things Jerry tried to bring up Amber's matter again but before he could a black SUV drove Into the mansion and parked on the lawn just besides the garden thereby drawing the old man's attention. The gaurd came down from the other side and opened the door for Crimson who stepped out of the car and looked around the familiar mansion which she hadn't visited in a long time, she often came to visit when she just debuted but soon got busy and never came to see the old man who used to serve as her grandfather again, she felt terrible and wondered how she would be able to face the old man again. She looked down on her clothes that looked ridiculous, she only had

my father said. "Of course we will. They are the best candidates for the position, aren't they, Gav?" My mate nodded in agreement. "I'll inform my mate. She will be excited to hear the news," his gamma excused himself and left the room, leaving me with my father and Gavin. The thought of taking the responsibility of Crimson Crescent was intriguing and intimidating at the same time. Nonetheless with Gavin beside me, nothing was impossible. Still, the danger that loomed in the distance was still very real. We had to be on alert at all times. Sapphire Moon was a known enemy now. We had to worry about them in addition to the Northern packs.

“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