The Crimson Gardevoir Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

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.

The guard answered. "Tell Tyler...no just get someone and reply the message please, and don't allow anyone in my chamber again, I want to rest." Crimson said. "Even Beta Tyler?" The guard asked, Crimson sighed. "Anyone, just tell everyone I'm not around." Crimson replied, he bow and left. "Why did the pack elders want to meet me urgently? Hope is not something bad." Crimson thought and lay down on the bed and closed her eyes. * *Night* Alpha Zaid waited for Crimson at the garden, he had decorated everything and sprayed some red roses on the floor, he added a center table which he placed a bottle of red wine and two glass cups, the place look great, amazing and romantic.

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the amber runes flaring, the ground within the ring trembling, Crimsonborn wraiths rising from the frosted clay, their forms coalescing into shadowy, blood-frosted figures, their eyes glowing amber, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the hollow’s wind howling louder, the pool’s ice cracking, the obsidian stones’ runes pulsing faster, the Crimsonborn’s whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Crimson Hollow a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching a new chapter, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of blood a chilling promise, the pack’s

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

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

The grand chamber that housed the Crimson Heart was a breathtaking sight. Pillars of polished obsidian rose to meet the vaulted ceiling, adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to writhe and shift in the dim light. In the center of the room, upon a pedestal of black stone, lay the Heart itself. It pulsed with an eerie light, radiating an energy that both mesmerized and terrified Aria. Evangeline, draped in her crimson gown, stood before the Heart, her hand outstretched towards it. A malevolent aura emanated from her, crackling with dark energy.

He’s all I’ve got. I shut my eyes and fought back the tears, I can’t cry. I have to be strong, for myself and for Luca. In this world, showing emotions means showing weakness. Everyone else showed up with knives and fire. But he held onto the last soft piece of me. I have to be strong, no matter what. Now it was time to be the monster again. ****** The Iron Citadel wasn’t a mansion. It was a fucking fortress. Gates of steel, cameras on every inch, guards with rifles pacing like dogs waiting for orders to bite. The walls looked like they’d tasted blood.