Crimson Cat Novels & Stories

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

Phoebe I had never set foot in Dark Crimson before, and the moment our car passed through its front gates, my whole body tensed. The pack house rose like a dark fortress—nothing like the elegant Silver Claw manor or the clean-lined designs of Thunder Bite. This place felt ancient, heavy… dominant. The building looked as if it had been carved from one giant block of obsidian, with deep red accents running along each pillar like dried blood. The Dark Crimson banner fluttered against the gray sky—black and red, marked by a crowned Lycan sigil.

Her fingers traced the deep crimson silk with something like reverence, and I found myself holding my breath as she examined details I'd spent hours perfecting with the seamstress. "It's beautiful," she said quietly, lifting the dress to catch the light. "But crimson... that's significant, isn't it? In your world, colors mean things." Your world. As if she still saw herself as separate from it, a visitor rather than someone who might choose to stay. But the fact that she understood the symbolic weight of what I was offering sent hope racing through my veins. "Crimson is the pack's color," I admitted, my voice rougher than intended. "It represents... belonging. Family. Those who are claimed a

"I am guessing I don't need to introduce myself." Raphael De Amato, the Alpha of the Crimsonclaw pack. An Alpha of one of the Triad Packs and the most powerful Lycan. There was no mistaking him with any other. Like the stories said, his eyes were neither blue nor green but a distinctive crimson. He was the red-eyed lycan that appeared only once in a generation. An Alpha born with red eyes was said to have powers that no other Lycan would have access to. Yet, he was known more notoriously for his cruelty. He had bodies strewn on stakes outside his castle. And now the same man was before me.

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.

We all stood in a large circle with Crimson in the middle with a small table which only held a medium sized bowl and a small dagger. One by one, starting with herself, Crimson slices the hands of each of my lovers as I stand and watch as each of their blood drips into the bowl. I watch as she stirs their blood together with the dagger, chanting as she goes before leaving it to soak for a few minutes. "Are you ready, Kitten?" she asks, coming towards me with the bowl in her hands.

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

I looked at her, she shakes her head lightly. Crimson scoffed, "Since the cat has nine lives then let the cat play with fire, nobody is stopping it but when the cat gets burnt it shouldn't come crying for help," Crimson said, as if she was threatening me. But wait, was she threatening me? Crimson turned to Father with a smile on her face. I could tell that smile was 100% fake. "Father, I have set Leon's marriage," Crimson announced proudly. Leon, on the other hand, choked on his food.

“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.”