The Crimson Lady Novels & Stories

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.

In fact it made her even more sad. She heard one of the ladies whispering to Ryder and telling him that she would be alright and he would have his sister bacck soon. To just be patient. She was grieving just as he was, but that everyone greived in a different way. She continued to gaze at the night sky and sighed. Then she noticed it, suddenly her eyes widened. Blood on the moon!

“I just thought something is strange, she rests for three years, yet now, she started to move once again. The case in District 2 where a cashier was killed with the same killing signature as her. A wipeout of smuggler’s hide-out under the Dark Moon near the border of District 1, where rumors say a flower of the death was also found there. Recent video footage of vlogger ‘Kiel’ which was instantly deleted before spreading out, was also related to Crimson Blade. Furthermore, the vlogger was also living in DIstrict 1. Do you know what I’m thinking?” Shan tremendously widened his big eyes, “You!… Do you want to go to District 1, thinking Crimson Blade might be living there?!” he wailed incredulo

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.

it's pitch black out here now and im in all black so I know once I have my victim I will be fine in the dark as long as I can keep them quiet. Five hours pass and I can hear the rowdiness of the hotel starting to wind down as people head home. I wait for my chance, seeing someone coming through the garden toward the back gate. I wait, watching as the brunette with the little red dress, high heels and way to much perfume comes straight toward me. when she gets to where I am hiding, I give her a couple of seconds to pass me that's when I strike.

She typed one line into Marco’s encrypted thread: **“He’s not stealing my brand. He’s rehearsing my ghost.” She stood. Her dress was still laid out from earlier. The one she’d worn for the show. The one she never wanted to wear again. She folded it carefully. Then she pulled out her oldest design notebook, the one with hand-drawn prototypes, smudged corners, and margin notes written back when she still believed beauty was enough to keep her safe. At the bottom of the last page was her original tagline for Crimson Core: **“Unforgiving. Untouched. Undone by no one.”**

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Scarlet exclaimed as she covered Lilac's eyes. "Bite me, princess." Crimson replied as he stood in front of the air conditioner. "It's too hot to wear something like this." I sighed and sat down next to Crimson. "You guys really never get tired of fighting, do you?" "Princess is just too sensitive." "I heard that!" Scarlet interrupted us. Crimson sighad loudly and put his shirt back on. "So, how was it?" He asked as he looked at me. "You guys were really cool." I replied. "Still, it's hard to believe that the Crimson from the stage earlier and the Crimson right now are the same person. I wish you were always that refined."

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....