The Green Ribbon Novels & Stories

Damn it! He tried to withdraw his phone from his pocket but he felt something beside it. He pulled it out and saw the stone of Ibawi that Ligaya's elder gave to him as a token of gratitude for keeping Ligaya safe. "Fuck!" And now, he was frustrated. Ligaya was writing something on her new journal that V had bought her from their shopping. V had observed that she seemed to be writing often on some stuff that he recognized as tree barks. Thus, out of compassion, he decided to buy her a journal to somehow make like easier for her. Few seconds later, she heard a knock from outside her door. She never

Kay remembered, Thea had something she adored. A stone bracelet. She said it was memories from someone. Thea just said it was a gift from a very important person. Kay had wanted Thea to have something of him for a long time too. It was just that Kay didn't know what to give her, and yesterday, as he was staring down Flame Street, Kay's eyes caught this red-brown color. The ring on Kay's hand gleamed in the candlelight, reminding her of Thea's gaze.

she said with a mysterious smile. Addy nodded, then left the middle-aged woman's stand. He gave the ribbon to Serry who remained silent and followed wherever he went. “For me?” asked Serry to be certain. “Yes,” said Addy curtly. “Many thanks. I will keep and wear this ribbon for a hundred years.” Serry smiled widely while hugging the red ribbon. Her long legs stomped a little because she got a gift from the person she loved. “If you laugh like that. I'm sure people think you're like a Leak ghost,” said Addy flatly.

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

Her red curls tickled my neck as she did so. When she pulled away, she went into her little personal room in the Grove and came out with a three little bottles in her hand. She pushed them into mine and looked at me seriously. “These three bottles should be of help to you. The red is for you to regain strength and help wounds heal. The blue is a very corrosive element that burns skin. The green is also for attacking as well if need be. It's a poison, not as corrosive, but also dangerous, especially when ingested.”

Half the greenery looked like it had been flown in from planets I hadn’t visited yet. There were blood-red orchids with petals shaped like razor shells, wide-leafed shrubs beaded with silver dew, and slender vines that glimmered an iridescent blue whenever they rustled. A spindly tree in the corner bore fruit the exact color of fresh bruises. None of it matched the polite hydrangeas and ficus I’d grown up seeing in garden-center catalogs. Renaldi watched me spin in a slow circle. “You look puzzled, Miss Lorraine.”

Harry began to protest before a butterfly, out of nowhere, appeared before their eyes. The Alpha couldn't suppress a grunt as he noticed the blood-red patterns on the insect's night wings. _ Bloody leeches," Till grumbled. Harry reached forward with one hand, and the insect seemed to let out a shrill scream before twisting in painful spasms and crashing into the young man's palm. Then, slowly, the wings stretched into the shape of black parchment where elegant gothic writing in red ink formed. _ Good evening, dear Alpha of the Red Moon, I beg you to excuse the absence of my offspring at your side for your arrival on our beloved Land.

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.

Maybe he was just better at hiding it. Shirt went on, pants went on, leaving only a delicate silver circlet – set in the middle by a black onyx gemstone – as nowhere to be found. I spent a panicked few minutes rifling through my drawers while Dornell looked on, concerned, before finally, with a gasp of relief I unveiled it, hiding among my underwear.

Omem made hers, with a red ribbon, to hang over the large fireplace in the library for the rest of the winter, in honor of Cerridwen, the Celtic mother goddess. Silke chose yellow ribbons for her grain doll. ‘That means Spirit and decisiveness,’ said Liza, ‘action and wealth.’ Silke smiled a little, her eyes kept sliding to Raven. He kept ignoring her and that annoyed her immensely, Maddie saw. Maddie smiled and was surprised at how she felt about that. She was glad he ignored Silke, but she wasn't sure why. Raven thought purple was the most beautiful color. ‘Fits your name as a messenger,’ Laughed Jente.