Crimson Claws Novels & Stories

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

If he gives them his blood, it might kill him or backfire in any other number of ways. I turn back towards the crystal and the few spirits that linger and demand they ask for some other payment. However, they merely ask for the same thing again and again. Letting me know they will not change their mind. “Damn it!” I yell furiously. “Damn it all to Annwn!” The group behind me jumped at my sudden outrage. Only Max stays near me, as though unafraid of my anger. I don’t need to look at him to sense his worry for me as I feel his hand gently touch my back in comfort.

Delta Jonathan Jenkins, It has been a true pleasure working with your son, Jamie, during his visit to Crimson Dawn and I look forward to welcoming him again along with the rest of his family. Enclosed is a smartphone that I would like you to keep on you at all times. Charge it nightly and enjoy any free games you wish to d******d. I am the only one here with the number but I don’t mind you sharing with your family. Talk and texts are unlimited and I will keep it active until it is no longer needed. Please send a text when you receive this phone as I know Jamie is not aware of this package being in his bags and may not find it immediately upon returning home. Please don’t hesitate to contact

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

she declared, her voice laced with anticipation. Intrigued, Alarina and Emily leaned in, their curiosity piqued by Ashley’s cryptic words. They watched with bated breath as she closed her eyes, a sense of anticipation building within the room. Seconds stretched into eternity before Ashley finally opened her eyes, revealing a sight that sent shivers down their spines. Her irises glowed with an otherworldly hue, a deep shade of purple that seemed to pulsate with an inner light. As Ashley extended her hand, long, purplish claws emerged from her fingertips, their razor-sharp edges glinting in the dim light. Alarina and Emily recoiled in awe, their minds struggling to comprehend the sight before

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.

“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.”

“Lyra stands ready to take her rightful place at my side.” The blade hovers above my palm, and Maelis’s gaze pins me in place. The hall buzzes with the rhythmic chanting of the oath: words of blood, loyalty, honor and power. I inhale, ready to press the tip to my skin, when a sudden movement grabs my attention. The Blood Moon warriors, hoods covering their face in ceremonial black and crimson, yank their cloaks free revealing flashes of sapphire and silver underneath. Blue Raven colors. The chanting is shattered with roars and snarls as the disguised pack members shift into wolf form, lunging at Maelis and her elite guards. Chaos explodes around us.

"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.

"Probably from Crescent Moon pack. Should we just leave her?" "No." The third voice stopped them cold. "Bring her." They lifted me like I weighed nothing, carrying me deeper into rogue territory than any pack wolf had ever returned from alive. But I was not pack anymore, was I? I was nothing. The Rogue King waited in a clearing that felt older than memory itself. Tall as a tree and twice as dangerous, with scars mapping his face like constellations. When his silver eyes met mine, I saw something I had not seen in days.