The Crimson King Novels & Stories

The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing. The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. The room smells of leather and oil. My belly falls and my knees tremble.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Mason interjects “Is that Crimson was her mate until she rejected him. And this is where it gets complicated – Now, in order for her to be crowned queen she must have found her mate or taken a chosen male. Crimson is locked into a blood contract with Gillian, the daughter of an asshole Lord who holds many councilmen and other ranking lords in his pocket. At the end of Crimson’s yearlong contract to Gillian, if he wants to contest the right to the throne he must challenge Princess Tawny,” “I see…” Tristan processes. “So, either way, you have until the contract is up before you or this Kolby Crimson can effectively be named king or queen.” “Correct,” I state again. “And I thought Hunji’s situa

A maddened smile spreads across my face. “Send word to the hunters,” I command. “Every pack loyal to me. Every wolf who owes me a debt. Every shadow-born creature who dares to breathe my air.” The soldier swallows. “All of them, Alpha?” “All of them,” I say softly. “Tell them: The Crimson King has lost his queen.” I turn, eyes burning with crimson light. “And he wants her back.” The soldier bolts. Good. Fear fuels obedience and obedience fuels victory. I stare into the shattered villa, into the darkness beyond, into the unknown where she now exists.

Like it or not, being the playboy is fun until it is not. I constantly needed to take my mind of Crimson and rid my heart of the love I knew would be considered a taboo, so I ventured into everything possible to achieve that and I ended up suffocating myself. Having the students make advances on me kept on reminding me of those days and the old me I knew would have been totally frustrated by now but the joy of seeing Crimson is busy keeping the frustration away from my discomfort.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

His eyes were open but unseeing, lost in whatever horror Crown Sight was forcing him to witness. Elowen dropped to his knees beside him. "Corvin. Corvin, look at me." The king's hand lashed out, catching Elowen's wrist hard enough to bruise. His eyes focused, then unfocused again, seeing something that was not there. "You are covered in blood," Corvin whispered, his voice broken and young. "So much blood. It is dripping from your hands, your mouth, your—" He choked on the words. "I cannot tell if it is yours or mine. I cannot tell if you are dying or if I am."

“King Dante to give up the entire continent, and Queen Maya to be passed on to the Emperor as a slave, or the Iron Fleet would reduce the capital city to cinders.” The Crimson Court was already exiled, yet no sooner had the true war for world authority eased its anchor at our shores...

“I did. When I first saw Crimson, it came to me. I saw a man with dark skin, like the bark on the trees. He was smiling down, a needle in his hand. He looked like Kolby Crimson but darker and it left me with a feeling of evil. “The man in my vision was powerful… a witch. In that same vision flashes of a ruby-red stone appeared to me. The dark man held it like he was happy to possess it, plucking it from a gold crown.” I shoved my chair back, the feet scraping along the floor as I did so. “And you think the stone you saw in the vision is one of the magic ones?” Morgan nods her head at me, standing from Hunji’s lap, “I do and after Rhett told us the crown was stolen, I’m thinking they are one

The wound was closed, a neat, black-stitched seam cutting across his dark skin. "The stitches will hold," Isabella said, standing up and smoothing down her ivory gown, though her breathing remained irregular, her cheeks flushed with a faint, dark crimson. Dante stood up, his massive frame towering over her once more, the cold, professional operative instantly taking flight behind his eyes as he pulled a fresh black shirt over his torso. "Get your dark coat, signorina," Dante commanded coldly, stepping back exactly three paces to re-establish the boundary that had just nearly dissolved in the fire light. "The King is sleeping. Let's go steal his crown."