Another Name For Crimson Novels & Stories

“I just want you back!” A whisper, gentle and filled with sorrow: “I already came back… inside your heart.” The red light in Evelyn’s eyes flared. She lifted her gaze to the sky: the blood moon was rising again. --- Weeks later, Valenfort was sealed off. No one was allowed inside the city. Rumors spread that on moonlit nights, people saw a figure in a black cloak walking through the ruins, eyes glowing like fresh blood. They called her by a new name: The Crimson Heir.

“Your mother carried it too.” Regina’s chest tightened. “My mother?” Marcus nodded. “Our line traces back hundreds of years. Longer than most packs.” He paused briefly. “Every few generations, one wolf is born… different.” Aldric leaned forward slightly. “Different how?” Marcus looked at Regina. “You’re what our ancestors called a Blood Moon wolf.” The words hung heavy in the air. Regina frowned slightly. “I’ve never heard of that.” “Most wolves haven’t,” Marcus admitted. “It’s rare.”

Remembering those awful moments gave me mixed feelings. All I wanted before was attention from him, but that’s all gone. I didn’t need it anymore. Now, I was strong enough to be on my own. I could now protect myself even if I’m not Luna… His Luna. I shook my head in dismay, about to refuse the meeting. But I suddenly felt like I had heard the name of Crimson Pack somewhere before. I searched hard in my memory and finally remembered where I had seen this name before. Albert had mentioned several times in his emails that the Crimson Pack had some kind of conflict with Drake, the Rogue King, and was notorious in the Wakeland.

I mutter. She looks at me with a nod. “And those who are not hybrids must have felt it even stronger.” Frowning, I run my fingers through my long black hair. Hmm, like an alpha command. What exactly is the power of the Crimson King… “I checked books of old lore. I had a few brought in from the head coven in America and there is a symbol in our history books that refers to a power above all. A symbol that is always in red, I don’t know, but when I saw it, I felt that perhaps it stands for him.”

I said, trying to goad him into talking, saying anything that might reveal more than he planned to The vamp smiled. "You know what they call me? Gareth. That's my name. I just think you should know it." Gareth the name rang a bell, but again, I could not fully recall what my brain was trying to tell me. "Have you decided on what you are going to do Percy? Are you going to help me kill the Vampire King? It has always been a little dream of yours, has it not?" "Yes. Yes, I would." Gareth turned and smiled then. A cold ugly smile, and for the first time. I got a glimpse behind his mask of weakness. There was a reason he was highly feared by the rest of the Vampires. Again, my instincts warned m

“We confirmed it. The Revenant took the contract. The one assassin everyone was terrified of. The one no one sees coming.” I let out a sharp breath and turned away, staring out the window. Moscow glowed beneath us, golden lights hiding rotting bones. “How the hell did he get to him?” I muttered. “That place was a fucking fortress.” “She’s a ghost,” Alek said quietly. “No pattern. No signature. She picks her kills like a god picks storms.” “She?” He nodded. “Her real name’s Amara Voss. Used to work under a few aliases; Russian, Italian, Middle Eastern. Never caught. Never seen. Just bodies and flames in her wake.”

And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled. She should’ve expected this. She’d burned the offer. Now he’d returned the favor — with fire of his own. Her office door creaked. It was Amy. “Attorney? There’s someone here to see you.” “I’m not taking meetings today.” “I think you’ll want this one.” Neera sighed. “Who is it?” Amy hesitated. Then she said, “He said his name is… K.R.” Every muscle in her body went still. She turned.

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.