Novel & Cerita The Crimson Gardevoir

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

Crimson said as she detached herself from her brother, her voice almost in tears. Jorkallun wiped his tears off his eyes. "I am not crying anymore." "I can't believe this is you Crimson." Jason voice brought the red haired girl gazes at him. Unlike Jorkallun who got red eyeballs, Crimson eyes were that of a Lava. "Jason." She whispers and Jason left his position to meet her, he hugged her tightly, Crimson return the hug. He was there when Jorkallun had announced the birth of his sister, he watches as she grows up into a beautiful girl and a warrior. He took her like his sister and had cried for almost five years when he heard of her death.

Crimson took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her skirt and entered the clearing. As soon as she stepped out of the Labyrinth, and into the moonlight, the forest went completely quiet; not an owl, not a cricket. She shivered with the power of the place. Crimson made a conscious effort to breath as she peered into the trees hoping to get a bit of a warning as to the Dragon's approach. She heard a rustling of leaves off to the right. She whipped around to see... nothing there. She thought she saw a shadow pass between two trees, but perhaps it was only the wind moving the branches. Her fear was mounting. She thought of running, but realized that there really was no life to go back to. There!

Raymond’s POV The first thing that struck me was the sound. The arena was alive with it—rolling waves of voices, cries, growls, chants, all mixing together until it no longer sounded like language, but like the roar of a storm. I stood just behind Jude’s platform, half-hidden in the shadows, clutching the railing so tightly my hands ached. The Crimson Arena was vast, carved out of black stone and ringed with fire that burned with unnatural colors—purple, green, and deep crimson. The flames licked upward as though they fed not on oil or wood, but on something living. The smell made me gag.

"Survive? Isn't you who constantly attack the Crimson Mountain Pack?" His irises flared. "They live on the lands that are legally ours. They killed our people using false accusations, and they did it for one purpose only—money. Do you know what stands behind the great wealth of Scarletville? It's the jade mine. It's the only place in the world where you can find pure violet jade stones, which is an unbelievable source of magic. In the right hands, those stones could change the world, but in the hands of those dirty dogs, they're nothing but entertainment for sale. So, yes. We are planning to take what's rightfully ours. But it is a war, and it tends to be bloody. I don't want to kill innocen

“According to what I’ve read about Eboras after when we came back, many of them are spirits who have lost themselves to resentment and vengeance which gives them power of destruction, and only very few people can unravel them back to their natural pure state while others had no choice but to just destroy them.” “Those ones you fought were third rate Eboras, very powerful, we were expecting you to fail horribly. But this…” the Red matron added, shaking her head in wonderment. There were murmurs from the members of the council as they all put me under their heated gaze, making my skin crawl with unease. I stood there, unsure of what to say or do. “I never doubted her for a second.” The white m

“Impressive. You cleaned them well. But there’s still a red speck you didn’t quite get here on the band of your watch.” A smartwatch that looked exactly like the one Black Crimson had been wearing that night. As I attempted to scrape it away with my fingernail, he pulled his hand from mine. Eyebrows lifting, he sent me a cautious smile and titled his head. “What’re you getting at there, Mayhem?” “B.C. stands for Broderick Carmichael, doesn’t it?” I came right out and asked. “Not Black Crimson.”

Xavier asked him “No, Xavi. The war is between the Crimson and the blue moon coven. They want me out of the way and that is not going to happen. The Crescents are safe, I think. I don’t know but I don’t want to involve them in a war that doesn’t concern them. They should be our last resort. We know that they would fight beside us but I don’t think I want to risk their lives, not yet. Let’s keep this between us and the blue moon valley” Jared said to him

⸻ The staircase ended before a pair of enormous stone doors. Unlike every entrance they had discovered before, these carried no royal crest. Instead… Two wolves were carved into the stone. One silver. One crimson. They were not facing one another. They stood shoulder to shoulder, gazing toward the horizon. Elara stopped. “I’ve never seen this symbol before.” Riven stepped closer, his fingers tracing the carving. “Neither have I.” Kael frowned. “That’s impossible.” “Why?” “My father taught me every Crimson royal emblem before I was old enough to hold a sword.”

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.