Novel & Cerita Crimson Chin Enemy

Zack spun and tried to hit Kaelen’s leg with his stick, but three of the Black Raven team's defencemen surrounded him. Something felt different about watching Kaelen now. I wasn’t watching my enemy. I was watching the man who painted his hands with blood for me. And suddenly, an unfamiliar thought entered my mind. What if I had met him before Zack? I immediately pushed it away. No. I came back for revenge, not for another foolish love story. I had already learnt what love could cost. I instantly looked for Evan. Evan blocked Kaelen before he could cross him. They fought for the puck while Kaelen continued approaching our net again.

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I was so scared at that moment I could barely breathe. Mark landed a blow on Crimson, who didn’t even fight back. He struck again, this time hitting Crimson's jaw. The force was enough to make him stumble to the floor, his lips now bleeding. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this to happen," Mark growled. Crimson lifted his face to look at his enemy and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. Without warning, Mark landed a kick into Crimson's stomach. He fell to the ground, thrashing in pain. The agonizing groans coming from Crimson seemed to please Mark even more. A triumphant smile curled his lips.

"First, I would like to thank the Blood moon pack for honoring our invitation, and also everyone here too. Today we are gathered here to welcome the beloved daughter of the blood moon pack into our pack. We hope this develops into a strong bond between our packs, now, let the feast begin" Imelda was seated on the chair beside me and I saw her wave at someone. "Is that your mom?" "Yes?" Imelda's mom had a chef outfit on and was headed towards our table. "Welcome to the pack. My name is Alda , the head chef. I hope you enjoy your meal" She picked her daughter up. "Thank you for looking after my daughter, she can be very clingy at times" " It is fine" Different meals were placed on the table an

Cain had always told me that his father never participated in hunting or anything like that and due to that misinformation I underestimated Marcus. He was now on top of me and trying very hard to rip my head off, I was shielding my head with my arms and because of that my arms suffered most of the damage. I was now not only covered with blood on my hands but also on my face, I felt like I was losing the fight but I reminded myself why I was fighting and why I had to win this. I had to win for my mother and I had to win because I didn’t want Chad to be heartbroken if I died right now. I just had to fight harder, I reached for his throat and started choking him. At first, he was resisting and

That's also how their friendship started. Mahiriko is a Japanese and the only asian of the group but his parents migrated here in states. His parents shooed him away from home because they think he's a blacksheep. He have this failed grades and he's lazy as hell. They disowned him. He walked away from their home and live in the street wander around and everywhere until he found Nick collecting twigs from the woods and befriend him.

Krimson seemed relieved, but his expression changed when I asked the question that was gnawing at me inside. “Do you know who they were? Who sent those men?” He hesitated. I saw him waver, as if he were considering lying to me. I frowned. “Krimson… please. I need to know. I can’t live with this uncertainty.” He looked down. The tension in his jaw was evident. Finally, he sighed. “Some of them I’d never seen before… but others… were familiar to me,” he murmured in a whisper. “There were men from the Silverbane pack among the attackers.”

People gasped, staring aghast as I lifted the Scarlet Mark out, the brand of the Rejected. "No!" one of Ilana's friends exclaimed, pushing forward but restrained by a pack guard. "Don't," Ilana begged, weeping tears. "Please." I clenched my jaw, reaching for her arm, soft, warm skin hesitating at the briefest of touches. My wolf growled at me in protest, and I pressed the brand into her flesh with a strained determination. Ilana screamed, the sound tearing through me like a blade. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground as the sear branded her skin. I released her in a sharp breath, stumbling backward with the weight of my guilt and regret.

It felt like we were fighting a losing battle, our determination the only thing keeping us standing. Amidst the chaos, a flicker of movement caught my eye. Krimson fought tooth and nail to save as many of our kind as possible and just looking at him, I felt so proud. His dark fur blended seamlessly with the shadows as he moved with calculated grace, always one step ahead of the wraiths. I barely had time to register his presence before a blow aimed at my head was deftly intercepted by him.

Enrique asked. Frynn and I exchanged glances. "What does the Crimson Pack have to do with us?" Frynn asked, then continued, "there is nothing connecting them to us." "Except Mia," Enrique said pointedly. "Their enemy is after the Crimson Pack's Alpha and not his ‘used to be’ mate. If he is going to come after anybody connected to him, it would be Agatha, Mia's half sister, and not Mia," I stated as a matter of fact.