The Crimson King Novels & Stories

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.

​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

Whatever happened today, he would accept. Aria walked to the center of the clearing, dressed in robes of crimson and silver, the first's power humming softly beneath her skin. She climbed the steps to the platform where her throne waited, carved from the stone of the mountain that had sheltered the Crimson Line for three thousand years. King Lucian rose to address the crowd. Wolves of the packs, he called out, his voice carrying across the silence. We gather today to witness something that has not happened in three thousand years. The crowning of the true Crimson heir, the wolf who united us against darkness, who defeated enemies that would have crushed lesser souls.

Happily I was glad that I still have some days to get myself prepared and my mind and soul was filled with a living hope that I would be conquering the king of the crimson pack. I can’t wait to harm him under my rule, while I become the king and he would have no other choice but to become my slave. Picking up my phone, I sent the crimson pack a mail, “Good day, I would let you when It’s time for the fighting competition.”

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

Nathan shudder in fear, hearing his words. “Unfortunately, Aoi Akuma-sama want to keep you.” he squeezed Nathan face firmly. “Now, I wonder what is your connection to his beloved Crimson Blade and that girl.” Nathan stared fixedly at him in perplexed, ever since they picked them up and dragged, he always heard them say, ‘Crimson Blade’. ‘Who is Crimson Blade? And what is it?’

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

"By the grace and the one that choose by our Goddess! Our new King is not other than..." The crowed were all waiting for the announcement. They were kept on shouting the name of the person they want the most. All of them were wishing for the victory of their King. Severus could not deny the nervous that he felt at that moment. Meanwhile, Gregor sat firmly seeming like he was sure for his victory. He glanced at Severus and give him a brief smile. *** "King Severus Abrham of the Crimson blood pack!" The king shouted and the entire gymnasium were filled very happy hearing the result.