Crimson Idol Novels & Stories

An airy laugh echoed out her lips in a two-toned voice. "This is bad. Hope Garrix senses this right now." Joshua gritted his teeth, seeing that he was majorly screwed right now. All the kids were single-handedly beaten by her. There was no telling how strong she could be. This was what Garrix was talking about, the unparalleled power of the Crimson Bride. His brown eyes shrunk just how close she quickly she was running towards him. "DIE!" _______________________________________________ Back at the school cafeteria, the Werewolf Halfling in secret hung out with Dorian, Maddie and Zack whilst they were in the midst of their conversation.

Turning forward again, she asked, “Who’s Black Crimson?” I shook my head. “No one knows. He’s the city’s famous—or maybe I should say infamous—graffiti artist. He only works in black, white, and red spray paint, and all his masterpieces usually depict some kind of meaningful message. They’re signed B.C., which is how he became dubbed Black Crimson.” Isobel wrinkled her nose. “I’m sure B and C are for the initials in his name, not for the colors in which he works.”

I arch my left eyebrow. Dylan, despite being the oldest among the three of us, never wanted to sit on the throne. As a result, the responsibility fell on my shoulders. I wasn’t very enthusiastic about being the crown prince of the vampire world in the beginning. Soon, I got addicted to the sweet taste of power and privilege. But later, when I was chosen as the crown prince by my people in the interkingdom competition, I couldn’t back off. That's when I realized how heavy the weight of the responsibility is on my shoulders. It made me grow even more powerful and ruthless - making me the perfect and sole heir to the throne.

"You know HE will make you, don't you? She knew he would. He was their guardian now. He'd wanted to be for some time. Well, as far back as she could remember. She had no understanding why. But, the way he looked at her made her cringe at times. He was her father's brother. Well, adopted brother. Why would he look at her like he owned her? At twenty-three it was creepy at best for him to want to take custody. Yet, he did. He didn't seem to care about Ryder much. It was almost as if he was taking him because he knew that Rowan was close to him and didn't want her unhappy. She sat up then slid off her bed. The carpet seemed warm on her bare feet. After heaving a heavy sigh she headed to take a

Her toes were painted light pink, the same shade as her dress, and she had a brown hair color. The second boy, OMG! He was tall like his companion, and he had a wide chest lean muscle thing going for him. The hair on his head was shining black, and he had grey eyes. He had Chace Crawford look going for him, only with the black hair difference. In fact, he looked like he was the one, if she didn’t know any better.

Coated with black skin and eyes just as red and demonic. “Retreat!” Ascena calls out to all, her voice echoing over the chaos. There is no flight. There is only fight at his point. Crimson leaps in front of us, His fur form large and vibrating with rage. His fur bristles and his teeth gleam. Aimed at Senko. “Join me son, or meet your fate with your friends,” Senko says to Crimson. Crimson roars at his father. Challenging him when Senko’s shadows begin to overshadow him. Taking hold of the Grimalkin whose whole body begins to glow – fighting off the magic that is slowly going to kill him.

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

“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.”

My father spoke, “It is here, in this place, that we celebrate today the reconciliation between the Shadowmoon Pack and the Crimson Fang Pack. Dark disputes once fueled fierce conflicts between us, conflicts born of primal instinct and ancient rivalries. But now, all of that is behind us. Under the full moon, we begin a new chapter. And so, I offer you the most precious thing I have, the hand of my daughter Valeria, to become the mate of the Crimson Fang Pack’s Alpha.” The wolves howled loudly in response, their united voices echoing throughout the forest and rising toward the stars. Then, A deep voice cut through the harmony. The Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack stepped forward, his gaze loc