Crimson Chin Enemy Novels & Stories

“Everyone, the battle is coming our way. I want you all to protect the pack and our Luna at all costs. See you on the other side.” Everyone in our line shifted into their wolves, and we saw our warriors running towards us. And then, the huge cry of our enemies moving towards us. Cam’s blood-covered wolf stood beside me. My eyes widened as I saw the sheer number of enemies in front of us. Goddess, please help us. I took my position, crouching slightly, ready to attack. I could feel their high-tempered energy dancing in front of me. “STOP,” a voice I recognize and hate said. Everyone in the enemy camp stopped, and they parted to give way to none other than Chris fucking Harris. Let’s call him

Their reputation for fierce battles and unyielding determination preceded them. Amelia's gaze shifted, catching sight of the distant Crimson Peak Pack, with their fiery orange markings representing the fierce determination that ran in their veins. Their pack members were known for their exceptional agility and swiftness in battle. Their presence at the summit signified a potential shift in power dynamics, their aspirations clashing with the established order.

He nodded at Ray and peered over his shoulder at me. "If I couldn't hear you from miles in my head, I'm gonna be a big trouble for you. You kept me awake the whole night," Crimson crawled my cheeks. A warm smile appeared on his face. He kissed my cheek before going out of the hall. When I looked away, I found them staring at me. My cheeks heated. They must be staring at my mark. I hid it with my hair and turned to the door. "You smell like him. You know," I heard Elaine

When I glance up to the nurse, I say proudly, "This one I am calling Eric the second." She turns and smiles at me with those deep red lips and a thought runs through my head about something I remembered. Vampires are pale in comparison, and they also have lips that are crimson because they are stained by the blood of their victims. Looking back down at my pup, fear starts to ebb in the back of my head as I realize that I am in the company of our mortal enemies.

E L A R A Julian Hartmann. The name alone would make my father's jaw clench. Our families had been enemies for as long as I could remember, something about my grandfather and his, a business deal that collapsed and a friendship that never recovered. I don't know. The details are fuzzy, but the hatred was very clear. If I wanted someone Father couldn't control, someone powerful enough to protect me, someone Father would hate... I know it's insane. Completely insane.

I glanced up and smirked. “What?” the man inside asked nonchalantly. Adrian made a mysterious sound. I lowered my head as I forced my smile to disappear. “They’ve taken my weight. It’s perfectly safe,” Bash droned. Adrian half turned, as if determined to walk away from not only the chopper, but the entire location; then he stopped. “Sorry! Sorry!” A lively voice called out. I pushed ahead, walking past the young Mr. Sinclair. I took Bash’s offered hand and climbed in beside the large man.

But they kissed anyway. And that's unforgivable. He will get punished for it. But now, I have to take care of the side piece. What's his name? Mark? Well, Mark’s been marked. Pun intended. I don't know what is wrong with my chest, it feels kinda tight, and then there's the fact that all I see is f*****g red. I want to destroy something, or someone. Like Marky here. So I'm waiting for him at a designated spot near the diner.

He had been staring directly into my eyes since I sat down and I wondered how intimidating he must have thought it was. ‘’ How badly do you want Christopher Rhinehart dead?’’ He finally asked and I had to school my face to remain expressionless. He probably wanted to strike the the- enemy – of – my -enemy – is – my – friend deal with me, but vampires in general were my enemies, I didn’t have specific dislikes and I was beginning to prefer the Rhineharts to vampires who hid out in dusty buildings and sat on Cain chairs -- but then, everyone preferred the rich.

Figures emerged from the darkness—creatures made of stone and smoke, their hollow eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. I watched as one monstrously large jagged claw slashes through the air, clearing another good number of Valcrow’s men. Lyn and Jin barely managed to dodge the attack. I glanced to see Lyn, Soren and Kai battling the monsters along with our enemies while Jin stayed near me. He raked worried eyes over me. “Are you alright?” I nodded, managing a wobbly smile. “I’m hanging in there.” Jin huffed a laugh. “I’ll admit, this wasn't what I signed up for when we agreed on this expedition.”

“A messenger has arrived. He insists that the letter is for you.” A sense of unease spread through me, but I nodded, motioning for him to hand it over. As he passed me the letter, I could see that the seal on the envelope was unfamiliar. It wasn’t from any of our allies, nor from any pack I recognized. I tore open the letter, my fingers trembling slightly. The words inside were short, but they carried a weight that made my stomach churn. ________________________________________ "To the Royal Family of the Crimson Pack," "There is an enemy rising in the distance. One that will bring the darkness with them. Their arrival is imminent, and they will not stop until they have everything you hold d