The Crimson King Novels & Stories

"Why are all of you here?" An elderly woman got up. Her eyes glistened like showers of silver. "The Crimson Star has been spotted in the sky. The Voice has been heard by us. The King of Crimson has risen. I gave a headshake. She is a newborn. Only a baby. Don't refer to her that way. However, they continued. Softly at first, they started chanting. "The Crimson King... The Crimson King..." With his sword at his belt, Killian hurried over to join me. "Retrench yourself. We wish to avoid any problems.

They parted like the Red Sea, lowering their weapons and bowing their heads in absolute, terrifying reverence. ​Through the parted ranks walked a figure. ​He was impossibly tall, unnaturally slender, draped in robes of liquid shadow. His skin was the color of bleached parchment, his eyes entirely black voids. Resting upon his pale brow was a jagged, twisted crown forged of fused silver and Lycan skulls. ​The Crimson King. ​The ancient god of the vampires had returned to the surface. ​The King did not look at Alaric. He did not look at the screaming civilians. His black eyes locked directly onto Elara.

As for King Stefan, it seemed that he was shocked to see that there was a warrior who had a very intimidating aura even to him. "You'd better let her go, King Stefan," the Crimson Warrior spoke to King Stefan. King Stefan bared his fangs as he readied himself to attack. To everyone's shock, the Crimson Warrior then howled loudly. That howl even managed to make me kneel because of how intimidating that was. As an Alpha wolf, this howl was very strong. Was it because I was still a new Alpha that his howl intimidated me? 'Who is actually the Crimson Warrior? Why does he have such a threatening aura?' I thought to myself.

Only days after he was crowned he was met by a betrayal from Crimson knight pack, the kingdom at that period was almost at the peak of extension, because of the battle losses, but the young king, single-handedly killed thousands of warriors, he was named as the god of war, some say who have lived to tell the tale. The battle had only happened 5 years back, but still, people talk about it as if it’s a distant past. The head of Dickken Red was pierced at the entrance as a constant reminder for those who questioned the King’s authority. Rather than being overwhelmed with joy, I was angry to not have taken his head. Dicken red, and his son, I can still see them in my dreams. Coming back, people

"Tell me, is the king really getting married?" That person was none other than the Crimson Wraith, known as the matchmaker. "Well... I wouldn't dare meddle in the king's marriage fate." "So is he or isn't he!" The other evil spirits also asked, especially the female ghosts. If the king was really getting married, wouldn't that mean their hopes of getting close to him were dashed? But they never dared get too close to the king anyway. But who wouldn't want to have the king? They didn't care about benefits; just for the king's face alone, they were willing to serve him.

Inside I am demanding answers, but I didn't want to outwardly present as suspicious so I did my best attempt at submission. ​“I’ve read almost everyone’s file that is here for this Crimson Ball. As King, I have unlimited access to the archives. But yes, before our marriage was voted on, I read it. Because you share the same DNA and are similar, we were matched after her death,” his eyes shut upon hearing himself admit this.

King Lucien only succeeded their late father Dimitri who was former king of Crimson Palace. I thought deeply until we came to the front of the Crimson Palace Kingdom. Ahead of us is its very high gate painted by black. Gradually you opened to make a loud noise, I slowly ran the car inward. We were greeted by towering woods on either side of the rough path. At the very end is the palace where King Lucien is. As I said before, Crimson Palace Kingdom and the rest of the vampire kingdoms from other provinces are like a town that consists of houses and establishments. There are markets, schools, extensive gardens, and more you can find in a town. It is big, at the end of it is the palace.

Statues of twisted figures lined the path, their faces frozen in expressions of ecstasy or agony, I couldn't tell which. Then the palace came into view, and my breath caught. It was beautiful and terrible. Made of black glass or obsidian, it rose from the earth like a crown of thorns. Spires reached toward the twilight sky, and windows glowed with red light from within. The entire structure seemed to pulse, as if it were alive. "The Crimson Palace," the lead vampire announced with obvious pride. "Home of Lord Cassius, King of the Blood Court, Master of the Crimson Veil, Undying One."

He had been one of the most wanted serial killers in history, which alone was a significant title, judging by the lengths he had gone. "I need the image fast, Malcolm. I need to find whoever had done this..." I said as Malcolm nodded, sketching the man's image further. I sat down as some minutes passed by, with my eyes glancing around the paintings, knowing they were made with the victims' blood and were still the bestsellers on the market, with the buyers craving such paintings. "I'm done." A voice jolted me back as I watched Malcolm approach my side. "He seems really great for my taste, but it's sad that i can't have him, or can I, Dominic?" Malcolm questioned. But this man, whoever he was

"Good evening, ladies, gents, Princesses, Princes, and Assassins. The moment of truth is here. The Crimson Clan has finally arrived, bringing along some exceptional guests. One might even say our future Queen is among the mix." I was devastated hearing this. "I'm sure grandfather will have a mouth fool to say about this." Everyone went silent and focused on the giant golden doors at the top of the staircase. On both sides of the doors stood guards waiting for further instructions. Olivia stood beside me, "I wonder who the special guests are?" "Elders, Princess, Princes, and Assassins, please pay respect to Crimson Clan and Guests." The doors opened, and there he was, the Mafia King looking p