Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

It was angry, alive, burning. The silence shattered with a guttural roar — deep, rough, a bellow that carried focused intent. This wasn't some aimless roamer drifting through the wastes. This thing had power. Elemental power. From the shadows, it stepped out. Bigger than any roamer they'd fought. Broad - shouldered, muscles twitching under charred, cracked skin. Veins like molten rivers pulsed beneath the surface, glowing crimson with a heat that warped the air. Flames licked along its arms, alive and hungry.

I called out as a thick wave of fog rolled between us, hiding his body from my view so that only his hard reddened eyes flashed in the darkness. The sarcasm in my tone was impossible to miss, and I felt the Commander’s rage flare like a cesspit of steaming hot shit. The tension straining between us was so thick that I could have reached out to grope it in the darkness. “You should not have come here, Laziel Brahm. This is where you die,” the Commander’s voice was closer when he spoke, making adrenaline burst in my veins and fly straight to my head. Every nerve in my body became synchronized as I cut down the wolves leaping at me from the shadows before they even had a chance to get close.

"Is exactly what the Council is doing. The question is whether you'll let them, or take control yourself." The enemy forces stopped just outside our enhanced range, their formation perfect. A figure stepped forward—General Morrison, the Shadow Council's military commander, his body showing subtle enhancements that spoke of careful, voluntary transformation. "Students of Crimson Moon Academy," his voice boomed through electronic amplification. "You have been deceived by a dangerous aberration. Aria Blackwood is not your savior—she is a plague, spreading uncontrolled mutation wherever she goes. Surrender her, and you will be treated with mercy. Refuse, and you will be cleansed for the safety o

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

The Alpha Crimson. Even from this distance, his presence felt heavy on my chest. His physique was bigger than any Lycan I had ever seen, and he stood at the front. His eyes burned a deep, unnatural crimson, and his fur was black and rippling with force. I could sense his authority and domination even from this distance. He was staring at me, too. Mira let out a loud sigh. "How do we combat that?" I had nothing to say. Because I wasn't sure whether we could for the first time in my life.

His voice was as icy as his stare, "Were it not for the commander's direct orders, your head would already be rolling on the ground. Your audacity knows no bounds!" Cirold, gripping the bleeding stump where his arm had been, collapsed to the ground in agony. His face twisted in a scream, "Ahh! How dare you sever my arm? Do you have any idea who I am? I'm the third in command of the Carson family. So what if you're the Commander-in-chief of Pendragon? The Carson family is no small-time clan.

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.”