Crimson Chin Enemy Novels & Stories

ZAC'S POV Ria hands me the figurine when I reach her room and I take it and turn it over in my palm. The wood is dark and dense and the carving is rough but deliberate. The pattern notched into the base is a specific one and I recognize it because I made it my business years ago to know the markings of every neighboring pack. This one belongs to Black Hallow. It is the kind of marker they leave for enemies they are tracking and someone inside my pack placed it on her pillow while she slept two corridors away from my chamber.

Her face turns red, her hands fly up. She claws at my wrist, nails dig into my skin. Her small struggle makes my blood warm so I squeeze tighter making her cough hard. Her eyes water and her legs shake. I hold on. I wait until her fight slows. Then I speak again. “Or I choke you until you do.” She gasps. Her fingers shake as she takes the collar from my hand. She clicks it around her neck. The thin chain dangles down her chest between her breasts. I take the end of the chain and clip it to the collar.

“Classic, it is!” “Classic, yes,” Ichiro nodded. “But it’s how we deal with them. How does it become different from other hunters? Order of the Orion seemed to be like…” He wrinkled his nose and pursed his lips as he thought. “Argh! Superior… yes! Order of the Orion thinks of themselves as superior among others.”

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

As the war intensified, the men of the weak tribe were charged and they began to overpower their enemies. The enemies after seeing how the weak tribe had suddenly charged towards them, had retreated and had fled. To my amazement, I had been unscathed and I had helped the weak tribe defeat their enemies. When the storm lulled, they all fell to their knees and paid tribute to me. "We do not know if you are the Moon Goddess in this form that has come to save us, truly, we appreciate and we will do whatever you want.” The leader of the army said. He had worn an helmet that looked different from that of all the others and he spoke without looking at my face..

I looked to my right to see my other best friend, Christina Valentine. Christina Valentine has dirty blonde hair, longer than Linda's hair. She has bright blue eyes and perfect skin. She is sweet, nice, funny, and loyal. She loves books a lot. Seriously, when someone drops her favorite book, she'll punch you, and let me tell you that her punch hurts like hell. Every Friday night, she goes out and takes boxing sessions and self-defense practices. And did I mention that she is the pack trainer? "Christina!" I said then hugged her.

“Let's move quickly, before the place above will be ruined. As the two notorious, ruthless, and top rank assassins, who already killed thousands of lives and never been failed in their own mission, are about to meet.” “If Crimson Blade, that girl has bounty on her head, I would like to also took her down. And have glimpse on her unrivaled face, face that no one can't describe nor ever see than the top high ranker assassins with the same level of skills and Aoi Akuma, her rival. But right now, I would not risk my life for something I can't gain a profit.” Meanwhile... Zitrey in black ninja outfit, stands firmly atop of people laid on the floor unconscious, with the blazing fire outside that r

"Her?" "Ash-blond hair. Grey eyes. She was at the Velgorod gala last night." His voice was flat. Empty. "Find out who she is." Irina studied his face, and he saw the moment she understood. "Your mate." He didn't answer. I didn't need to. "I'll do what I can," Irina said carefully. "But there were hundreds of alpha's,beta's, Omega ,single wolves at that gala. It might take time."

Our eyes locked, fury crackling. We looked like we were about to kiss or kill each other. Caption: >“Rivals?” 📸 @PuckFrenzy #TylerReyes #MasonGrant #HockeyHeat #EnemiesOrMore?