Crimson Claws Novels & Stories

One for men and one for women. The woman's curtains moved first as a large sleek panther stepped out. Its fur was a dark coffee brown color that was a few shades darker than Calix. The bright amber eyes dancing as Calix launched himself at the lean creature, hugging one of its legs. She was as tall as she was in human form, making her just a few inches bigger than me if you didn’t count her ears.

“Loop the angle from the north corridor. Let’s see where that shadow goes.” Another flicker. A hooded figure with a face mask dragged a body — Crystal’s limp form — wrapped in a cloak. They moved too fast for a normal wolf. “That’s not one of ours,” I muttered. “Freeze that frame. Enhance.” My heart stopped. There was a mark on the sleeve — a red serpent coiled around a silver dagger. Not Draven’s. No — this was older. Deeper. My blood ran cold. The Crimson Dagger Clan.

My heart fluttered and my breath caught in my lungs at the thought of how his ‘were’ form was just as handsome as his human form. His claws dug into the rogue's neck and, with one swipe, tore it wide open. The rogue went limp and I watched in awe as Crimson leaned over the dead rogue, his fur shimmered to a bright yellow and back to the deep hue of red right as the rogue gasped for his last breath before dying. “Crimson!” I called out to him, coming to my senses, wondering what it was I had just seen. This night was full of strangeness.

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.

As expected, the red fairies retreated to their camp. In a distant jungle, three towns away from the blue crystal wolves clan, a man named Tiger was planning a meeting. The goal was to acquire a highly powerful magical amulet from the blue crystal wolves clan. Their intention was to use the amulet's magic to enhance their own powers, aspiring to rule both the wolves clans and the human world. Who are these individuals? Tiger and his group were known as the Night Crawlers. Despite being able to move around during the day, they were pure-blooded vampires with a strong disdain for humans. They didn't hesitate to kill anyone who opposed them.

The spill of crimson across his face—like a mark running from his left eyebrow down to his jaw—was remarkably frightening, his eyes glowing a shade of scarlet as he growled with every exhale. His claws were evidently sharp, catching the beams from the chandelier, and behind him, Clawface, with his wolf out as well, dragged a presence into the room. Almost dead. And half breathing.

No one had ever told them what kind of monsters Black Claw could raise. Devin corners one behind the smokehouse, wringing information out of him like water from a pelt. The answer is always the same: someone, somewhere, has promised them land. A new Luna, with a brood of three, is a threat that must be erased. No names, only scent, vague as the wind. Elena recognizes council politics, but the precision is not their style. This is the old wild, the territory of ghost alphas and the mad packs that never took to cities or treaties. In the spring, Elena stands watch over a pyre. Rogues do not get burials, but Black Claw burns the bodies, just the same. She holds the triplets in her arms, and the

Austin’s Point of View I quickly rush to my car and drove home. I’m sorry, Crissy, that I had to leave you hanging. I need to get to the bottom of this. That scent was strong, and I recognize that scent and the symbol on the crow’s wing. It is the marking of the Volatile pack. Every pack has shapeshifters, and they are made enslaved people for the wolf packs. They depend on us wolves for protection; in return, they do all our dirty work. The Volatile pack is the one trying to take over my pack. How did they find us? We need to quiet him before he can report and reveal our location.

The Crimson King II : Alpha Kaelen Blackwood ​The entities that poured through the shattered doorway were not the starved, desperate Ferals we had fought in the mud, nor were they the sleek, arrogant lords of the Crimson Court. ​They were the Bloodguard. ​Towering, desiccated husks of ancient vampires wrapped in armor forged of human bone and rusted, red steel. They wielded massive, jagged halberds that hummed with a sick, necrotic green light. They didn't run.

He shrugged. White Claw Pack is a chaotic pack, it’s full of distinct personalities, some good some bad, but Axel loves leading them. They all have a sense of camaraderie and loyalty that makes Axel feel so grateful for having such members. And for him, the pack is a family. They can’t fit in a family tree, so he made a whole forest. White Claw Pack exceeds the standards of a werewolf pack. It’s great overall and has the best people, the best system, but the pack lacks a maternal figure. All they have is Axel, and he isn’t that warm. The pack needs a mother—a Luna. And he wouldn’t want to disappoint, so he’ll try his very best to win over Leal’s heart.