CRIMSON MOON LEGACY

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in Tokyo af

tatic - heavy, fast, too thick to feel natural. Zhara drove the armored

f violence wai

n a forgotten language. Her fingers traced a sigil over and ov

ow, jaw clenched. Somethi

ll

vision blurred. His teeth ached in his gums like they wanted

ul was

wante

ir reeked of rot and old fire. No lights, no people -

walls cracked by time, a collapsed steeple, iron gates twiste

ace was

haunted -

ood low. Kairo said nothing, just walked forw

ed under

then the sigils on the door lit up - fain

sharply. "It

e door open. It

lcome

smelled like old

ere shattered. The stained glass was gone. In place of a p

, the room flickered - like a me

nd

ant

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i

tagg

d his arm. "

hing here," he

whispered. "T

ling sta

n r

es - not even werewolves. These were Feral Memory Keepers - once loyal followers

eyes glowed white. Runes w

idn't

att

and gleaming. He dodged left, ducked under a lunge, and

- slicing through one, th

gue. The air ripped. One of the wolves froze mid-leap, it

own. Tw

ound hard. Fangs sank into his shoulder. Blood spr

roa

older than blood. His eyes went black, and a shockwav

wolf turn

nife into its sku

le

the ruined church, panting, b

he sa

- pulsing with red light. Ayla rushed over,

or spli

iraled downward, carved fr

idn't h

ned with skulls - not all human. Symbols painted in dried b

of the room

d a small glass orb

back. "Wait. It's not just your soul,"

hat the hell d

nted be

tur

ce-to-face

six years old. Pale. Bruised. Dressed in ritual ro

were full

said, voice echoing in

hoose to,"

d. "You let them cut me out. Y

nster," Ka

d his head. "

lun

n't physical.

pping him for speaking out of turn. A knife in the gut from so

pain

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by the throat. Look

t you," he grow

topped st

" Kairo said. "You're

once. Then smile

vani

at the altar. Th

shatt

with raw power - sank back into hi

crea

s came in a flood - his first steps, his first shift, th

wer se

first time i

elt

him. "You found hi

said, voice

ehind them, eyes narrowing. "C

hy

led her

ng worse just fo

Dragna

e whispered like a cur

s a throne of blood, built over centuries by vampires,

ty. Everythin

hidden across the old world. Each court is ruled by a Thr

deeper still, ther

Five

ster. These aren't your suave vampire elites or sexy pack

lon - The

m old Greece, now rul

hybrids to mainta

agic to create wea

ro is a flaw

Rue - The

titched from the soul

- where children go missi

of soul-siphoning, the

name from existence w

orne - The Wo

turned enforc

s pack for

f undead wolves c

father, then murdered

lara - The

. Sorceress. Queen o

k secret from t

ts - literal

of the Crimson Code... t

ameless

nows wha

th the Nort

y in prophecy

Crimson Code by acc

hey Want

ies - the Crescent Fang werewolves and the Cr

Red-Eyed King the p

kens his

icate's magic sys

tween packs and

n bloodlin

want him

De

contr

nt to b

nt to cl

him to sire a

a perso

a we

nly one who ever saw

imson Mag

lood and bone magic - w

magic is

o specific moments. You can'

tronger magic. That's why hybrids

costs something: blood, ti

imson

awn in blood. Tra

red curses or blessi

steal, trap, or merge sou

nt ceremonies that u

ter

ed-Ey

back. The p

know how to bre

against them, heavy with things unsaid. Ayla was watching him - not like she use

wasn't the

ding with his

g every inch of p

ra asked, break

were still glowing faint red

what I am anym

Good. That mak

nd, the Church

ettling. A crimson light was leaking fr

ed one of

ke," she

s?" Kai

de. You didn't just take your

toward the street. "W

g across shattered glass. The scent

gna wer

y r

ys slick with o

at cracked under the

only instinct. And right now, Kairo's instinct

hunting

n't ready

a's hideouts. A forgotten part of the underground

sigil on the ru

opened li

jumpe

nd them just as the s

ns lined the walls - blades carved from demon bone, guns eng

ace only someone like

wall, panting, shirt so

d. "In the street. B

basin - herbs, bone dust, maybe even her own

muttered. "The Church isn't jus

e track

're tracking your soul. Th

re under

ade across the

ake 'em pay f

power went out ac

urity drones dropped.

n't a

was

her

empty sockets covered in gold gauze. Her robes were sewn from the

altar where Kairo

fingers brushing the cracke

figures in bone masks, armed with sickle-sha

," one said. "

prophecy,"

tood

ral Thorne. The bo

the g

Her teeth were too

hinks she's

pa

ow her sh

the hi

eshift cot, eyes o

. In memories. In feelings. In fragments of

ue eyes laughi

aming as the f

in a room fu

up, s

e. Tired. Like someone who knew sl

e said

o close. Her body heat made h

told you soon

dn't

I also made the choice to save it. I could've let them b

aw you

er eyes

aw h

mean to

re

ips were fire. Her fingers tangled in his hair. His claws tore thr

ent... he for

t the

the p

ust him

moment

ck on the

loud

.. a

slow

immediatel

t how alli

e taps. Loud

pale. "That's the

ha

one's here to

oor o

kering lights, was a man with gold

Kairo,"

as like sil

our br