The Crimson Gardevoir Novels & Stories

A shuffle followed from her end. “I’m sorry, you just said something I’m not aware of,” I shot back. “And I’m sure you understand why I’m asking.” Lena hesitated. “The Goth is the dreaded spirit of the Crimson Circle. It can possess you through your deepest desires. When you said Xavier was lost, I thought you meant that the Goth had possessed him.” “What, no!” “The Goth is the common unionizing spirit of the Crimson Circle members,” Lena continued. “For quite a few years, the Goth hasn’t found a suitable host to make it into the world. It’s why not too many people know about it.”

She was like a vampire, hungrily draining my blood. I did not even think twice. I booted her off me like she was nothing but a dirty old rag. She sprawled by the door, panting like she had run a marathon. Her voice raspy as she cackled at me, "Bet you didn't see this coming, huh? Only the dead set for cremation get out of the morgue, and I was lying in wait, just thirsty for your blood, you little snake!" My blood fell to the floor and soaked into Jim, who was like a ghost. His see-through form turned a deep red, his eyes glowing with a fiery rage as he fixed his gaze on the key and the factory contract in my hand.

Alpha Charles asked while the pack rose to their feets and gritted their teeths at the words that were about coming out from Brenda's lips "It's the Crimson Hunters, the most deadliest among all, They are back!" . . THE CRIMSON TOWER Mr Glamora Verah, The leader of the Crimson Hunters sat on a Swivel Chair and rested his back on it. He had a huge Cigarette Wrapped in his lips while he smiled at the huge smoke that popped out of it. Seconds wavered and the door opened and about a handful of Men tumbled Into the House while they lowered their head in shame. Mr Glamora Verah who received quite a pleasure both from his Cigarette and from the ladies that sat around his torso frowned his face afte

Their jewelries and outfits glittering with riches. ~~~Ginger stood at the entrance of a new world with an impossible task at hand. Steal the bejeweled egg of Princess Katiyah, also know as the scarlet royalty of the Crimson Fae Kingdom and save her friend. Why wouldn’t it be easy? Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess.~~

Klyde commented when he noticed the reddish violet marks on her neck. "There's nothing thing to problem about, boss." He stood up and walks towards Klyde. It cannot be denied that Rig is much taller than Klyde. He stand above 6 feet. "Oh come on, the fun's just starting I'm still patiently waiting for the ass to show up. We have a sparring." "Your mansion has been robbed, I bet it was Christmas'." That stiffened Klyde. "What did you just say?"

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

Andre sounds exasperated that he has to even explain what they are already aware of. “Can you explain why your brother would agree to leave Crimson Dawn just to run back to them after twelve weeks at White Ridge? If things are so bad at Red Fang for him why did he choose to return and why is he choosing now to try and run?” I’m shocked at the sudden callousness that Arthur has towards Cole.

My heart beats quicker with every stride. The ground starts to vibrate. Suddenly, a deep growl echoes down the tube. Lena draws her dagger. “We’ve got company.” From the darkness ahead, brilliant red eyes appear one pair, then another, then more. Creatures with twisted bodies, half-wolf, half-shadow. They snarl and step forward. Ezra raises his workforce. “These are the Crimson Guardians. Corrupted protectors. Stay close to me.” They attack. I hardly have time to react as one of them leaps at me. I swerve to the side and swing, claws out, slashing across its shoulder. It howls and stumbles back.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

the white-amethyst umbre-haired girl assured before looking back at the others who were all healed up because of Kairos. "Can't believe I had my ass handed to me, how humiliating," Fortune murmured disagreeably, leaning against a tree. "We all couldn't stand a chance, Fortune. Scarlett's really strong. As both an Omega and the Crimson Bride," Danté chuckled airily. "That's not funny, Danté," Gadiel rebuked, stretching out his once-broken now revived arm. "Although, her power was none that I've ever seen before." "Oh you've all barely had begun to witness the Crimson Bride's true capabilities, children," Garrix exclaimed prudently. His slinky tall figure in a suit towered over all of them.