The Crimson King Novels & Stories

Amber snapped, Crimson laughed as she found it very ridiculous. Since the day she met amber at the Ace mansion and she ( Amber) told her she was here to visit her grand father in-law to be she already connected the dots later on and realised Kevin was the fiancee she was talking about, Crimson didn't need to ask anyone to be told that Amber was taking her whole ordeal and was just begging and lurking around for Kevin, of course he was the top and most eligible bachelors she could fine, he had very thing, the looks, the money, the wealth, the physique, everything a woman could ever need in a perfect man. "I see.... Well you need to prove it! Show us all the picture of your so called fiancee a

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.

A low hum came from her throat before she spoke again. “Innocence. You have taken it.” Her face turned into a satisfied smile before her body straightened. Her eyes grew wide and her lips began to move rapidly, like someone had changed the speed, making her mouth not match up with the words the voices were saying. “Crimson approaches and the redeemer is near. A union of great for all to hear. Crimson approaches , yet again. A guardian will meet their end. Only then can the ash rise. When blood spills, the omnipotent cry will be touched by all. Only then can the emerald truly see.”

“There are rumours.” Sera leaned back against the table. “Wonderful. I love rumours. Usually, they end with someone dismembered.” “People are saying Husen Vale crossed into the southern ruins.” Silence. Even the nearby soldiers stopped moving. One name. That was all it took. The Crimson King. Monster of the north. Executioner of Blackwater Settlement. She remembered the aftermath of that massacre vividly. Smoke. Blood. Bodies frozen in the snow. She’d been thirteen. And ever since then, she wanted to kill Husen Vale slowly. The vampire is responsible for hundreds of deaths beyond the walls. Possibly thousands.

Above them, the full moon slowly disappeared behind a spreading crimson shadow, bathing the kingdom in an eerie red glow that seemed to stain the heavens themselves. An unnatural silence settled over the crowd. Even the wind seemed to have abandoned the castle, as though nature itself understood the significance of this night. For more than a thousand years, every Vampire King had performed the Crimson Vow beneath the Blood Eclipse, allowing the ancient magic to summon the woman destined to become his queen. Never once had the ritual failed. It was older than the empire itself, older than the oldest vampire alive, and its judgment had never been questioned. Standing at the center of the ritu

“I’m not going to tell you this is easy or that there’s no risk. There is. Cassandra has more soldiers than we have fighters. But she’s also working from a position of weakness, not strength.” “Two hundred soldiers doesn’t look like weakness,” another council member muttered. “She left a ruined city in chaos to chase one woman and her newborn across three days of wasteland,” Kaden said from beside the door. Several council members looked at him sharply, as if noticing him for the first time. “That’s not strength. That’s desperation.” “And who are you?” the sharp woman asked. “Kaden Crimson. One of the twin kings she betrayed.” Silence. Elder Brann looked from Kaden to Kael, who was leaning a

***** Cassandra walks down the corridor heading for her quarters, the dark stone walls of the palace walls unsettling as they always have, as she turns the corner she comes face to face with Ophelia, a fellow witch and also the bane of her existence. Ophelia smiles, her fiery red hair framing her face, her green eyes gleaming an unusual colour in the dim corridor. Her cloak conceals her entire form. Ophelia is a gifted witch who, unlike her, has everything delivered to her door with a single snap of her pretty fingers. On the other hand, Cassandra has to work day and night to finally reach where she is today and be able to earn a spot in Lord Carlton elite soldiers. But what is unexpected fo

She flips one open, showing us the colored edges where half the pages have been ripped out. “These keep talking about the Crimson Moon Queen. They don’t call them curses. They are described as shifters the goddess sends down on purpose.” She points at a jagged tear. “Right here, you can see mentions of ‘Crimson-born’ People with crimson eyes. Zhodin’s name is all over the early and later parts. It’s like every time a story of a cursed being comes up, his name or the Fenaris bloodline appears right beside it.” “How come none of us ever saw these books?” Khaisha walks over, leaning in to inspect the yellowed parchment.

Being a Royal is strange. "And how am I alive right now?" Crimson looks up at Roel, who hesitates before he answers. "We are not sure, exactly." "It was not dark magic, sweetheart," Crimson attempts to soothe. "This is a miracle, a gift from the Angels. Everyone knows you died before you truly lived out your potential. You're here to finish what you started, of course." I frown at the mention of dark magic. What is that supposed to mean? Sighing, I look down at the photos again as Crimson shows me another.

“There are two differences between you and I.” “I do what is necessary to protect members of this land. Friends and foes alike. But you’re all in it for the power. Secondly, I am a true Crimson, something you can never be. Only a crimson Alpha can sit on the throne without turning to ashes.” “THEN LOOK AT MY PUPILS.” Duncan’s veins bulged from his neck as his eyes shone crimson, similar to Rhaella’s but dimmer. “I almost have the eyes of a crimson. I am almost a crimson. I can sit on the blazing throne without being burnt.”