The Crimson King Novels & Stories

Their jewelries and outfits glittering with riches. ~~~Ginger stood at the entrance of a new world with an impossible task at hand. Steal the bejeweled egg of Princess Katiyah, also know as the scarlet royalty of the Crimson Fae Kingdom and save her friend. Why wouldn’t it be easy? Crimson Kingdom was famed for its assassins, the Crimson Knights and they loved their princess.~~

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.

I thought she would at least tell her brother that she was the one that requested for me but she didn’t say anything and now I am going to face a very angry alpha king. Alpha Benardo is the alpha of the crimson moon pack and is known to be ruthless and unforgiven. Not only was he an alpha but he was king too. Many years ago, his forefathers had settled on the hills of Crimson and built a community that quickly grew wide and over the years, the royal family, as they came to be known, ruled the pack that grew in numbers to the point of becoming a whole kingdom which also became so powerful that no other packs stood a chance. Benardo took over as king at a very young age after his father was ki

Third Person’s POV “Kill them!” “Make them suffer!” “The fall of the reigning werewolves has come finally!” All the roaring of the rogues and lycans are booming around the place. In the big area of the north pack which used to be the Crimson Crest pack, stood a huge dome that could fit one basketball court. The place was full of blood lust monsters who serves no one but the king of rogues. In the center of the dome, the king of rogues, Brody stood. Beside him on his right is his slut or soon to be queen of rogues. And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs.

More like you saw me run away from a battle more, a tiny voice retorted in my mind. Oniko brought me away from the scene of the carnage as the nighthawks led by the red matron cleared the area and burnt the bodies of the cursed ones and dead humans. “Wha— what’s going on?” I asked softly, raising my head as I sensed a wild surge of magic, a joint effort of the over ten witches beside the red matron. Oniko sighed. “There were over ten dead humans, no way we could cover it up, so they are severing their threads of Karma. No one would remember them and then there would be no questions when they turn up missing.”

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

Carl cursed him, his face is red and his eyes are glassy from his unshed tears. Klyde raised his head for him to see the webbed ceiling of the warehouse and gives out a throaty laugh. "Daddy, haven't you get the fact that I actually live in hell, I'm living in hell ever since I was born, dad. But in hell, I'm the king, I make people scream. Just like what I'm going to do to every each one of your daughters." He shifts his eyes back to Finley and smirked. "Ready your voice for the time I'm going to make you scream, baby girl. I'd love to know how warm you are inside. Tight, juicy and..." He hissed and licks his middle and forefinger. "Finger licking good."

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

​Kaelor Draven Ashthorne. ​The name alone was enough to make the temperature in the room drop. He was the ruler of the Crimson Dominion, the supreme monarch of the Seven Moon Kingdoms. The stories told about him around the pack fires weren't fairy tales; they were warnings. They called him the King Who Never Bows. A lethal, unyielding tyrant who had ascended the obsidian throne at the age of eighteen after slaughtering his own treasonous elders. It was whispered that his Lycan bloodline was so pure, so close to the primordial gods, that his wolf stood twice the size of a standard Alpha. He didn't just rule; he dominated. And he had a reputation for executing traitors, rogues, and political d