The Crimson Gardevoir Novels & Stories

My heart fluttered and my breath caught in my lungs at the thought of how his ‘were’ form was just as handsome as his human form. His claws dug into the rogue's neck and, with one swipe, tore it wide open. The rogue went limp and I watched in awe as Crimson leaned over the dead rogue, his fur shimmered to a bright yellow and back to the deep hue of red right as the rogue gasped for his last breath before dying. “Crimson!” I called out to him, coming to my senses, wondering what it was I had just seen. This night was full of strangeness.

Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house. He sighs while looking at the mess that was his home a few hours ago. He needs to clean this mess up. Fortunately, he knows the perfect man for this job too. He hasn’t needed his services in a long time, now, it seems it’s time to reach out to him. He walks up the stairs and makes his way into his study. He sits behind his desk, and he lifts his personal computer and puts it aside, revealing the carving on the middle of the desk of a raven taking flight with its wings spread out. The detailed carving is done very beauti

I had always assumed they just somehow knew, and that if they had a problem with something, we would be the first to know and suffer the price for upsetting them. Glancing away from Masika and the Spirits, I once more looked at Max. Any moment now, I’ll need to shatter the protective crystal around him. When that happens, we won’t have long before the Spirits have completely drained the life force from him. I just hope this ritual works, and that the phoenixes haven’t betrayed me. I don't believe they would ever stoop so low, as they have their dignity and pride much like my kind, but there is always that chance.

He stepped closer, his eyes unwavering. This wasn't the right place to pick a fight against him, but if he tried anything or planned anything to harm Adrian, I would surely put some bullets in his damn skull. For now, I had to keep my cool. I looked around the mansion, watching the maids decorate each corner. What was happening? "Know your place, Caleb, and don't try anything funny..." I warned, leaving his side and stepping out of the mansion, only to catch sight of Uncle Gavin standing outside, staring at some of the maids who were also decorating the outside walls of the mansion.

A pack bonding ceremony was sacred, yes, but it was also a celebration, and she would see that it was nothing short of perfection. “Lower that banner,” she commanded, her voice calm but carrying easily across the chamber. Servants scrambled to adjust the crimson tapestry, the golden wolf emblem gleaming brighter once the light caught it at the proper angle. “Better. The pack must feel the weight of their legacy the moment they step inside.” At her side, a steward read from a long list. “The moonstone has been delivered and set upon the altar. The cloaks arrive by nightfall. The musicians—”

All of them were wrong. "Welcome to the real Crimson Moon Academy," Director Frost said, her voice carrying despite the distance. "Or should I say, welcome to the birthplace of the new world." "Let them go," I demanded, indicating the tubes. "Let them go?" She laughed. "Dear child, they're already gone. These are just shells, genetic templates for the next phase. You stabilized the random transformations, yes, but imagine if we could control it completely. Design the perfect hybrid. Create soldiers, workers, breeders—"

⸻ The image darkened. The Crimson One stepped away from his brothers. ⸻ Toward a glowing object hidden beneath the earth. ⸻ A crystal. ⸻ Dark red. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Wrong. ⸻ The moment he touched it— Everything changed. ⸻ The vision exploded. ⸻ Darkness spread across the world. ⸻ Cities burned. ⸻ Wars erupted. ⸻ Entire kingdoms fell. ⸻ The Crimson One watched it all with fascination.

With that command, the Shadow Guardian crushed the red medal in his hand, unleashing a burst of crimson light into the sky. As the space around the Shadow Guardian began to twist eerily, figures clad in crimson armor slowly emerged from the distortion. Everyone stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and fear.

Lucian’s face darkened. “They found us.” ⸻ A shadow descended through the broken roof. Then another. Then dozens. Figures dressed in crimson armor landed upon the cathedral floor without making a sound. Unlike the Lost Keepers… Their armor bore no phoenix. Only a single crimson eye. Burning. Watching. ⸻ Cassian whispered one name. “The Crimson Covenant.” ⸻ Aurelius slowly closed his eyes. “I hoped they had vanished.” ⸻ Their leader stepped forward. A tall woman with flowing white hair.

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.