Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled. She should’ve expected this. She’d burned the offer. Now he’d returned the favor — with fire of his own. Her office door creaked. It was Amy. “Attorney? There’s someone here to see you.” “I’m not taking meetings today.” “I think you’ll want this one.” Neera sighed. “Who is it?” Amy hesitated. Then she said, “He said his name is… K.R.” Every muscle in her body went still. She turned.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

Alpha Charles asked while the pack rose to their feets and gritted their teeths at the words that were about coming out from Brenda's lips "It's the Crimson Hunters, the most deadliest among all, They are back!" . . THE CRIMSON TOWER Mr Glamora Verah, The leader of the Crimson Hunters sat on a Swivel Chair and rested his back on it. He had a huge Cigarette Wrapped in his lips while he smiled at the huge smoke that popped out of it. Seconds wavered and the door opened and about a handful of Men tumbled Into the House while they lowered their head in shame. Mr Glamora Verah who received quite a pleasure both from his Cigarette and from the ladies that sat around his torso frowned his face afte

The air between us crackled, heavy with a charged energy that sent shivers down my spine. When we met in the middle, it felt as though the world had stopped. Around us, the crowd went silent, a hushed reverence falling over the festival. All eyes were on us. My breath hitched. I'd heard so many stories about him: Alpha Lysander Nightshade, leader of the largest and most fearsome pack. And now, before me, he stood, his eyes ablaze. He was the first to break the silence, his voice low and husky. "You're human."

With a thought, the infromation organized itself and, in her minds eye, now appeared a digital window; [SUMMARY] Name: Nya Crimson Age: 19 Condition: Standard Alias: N/A Titles: N/A Classification: Omen Species: High Vampire Rank: N/A Phantasm: Blood Reaper; ability to assimilate abilities from the blood matter of other beings. [Notice: You have been designated a 'Special Existence; REGIS' whose choices may shape the fate of the cosmos. More information will be available at a later point.] She read the details on the window intently, she didn't know how, but she knew that this window was now part of a much grander network that she had access to.

Kael’s voice barked from the darkness. From the ridges above, over a hundred armored figures clad in the blood-red crest of the Southern High Council descended like vultures. At the forefront marched Commander Vane. He was a towering Alpha, his armor polished to a mirror sheen, carrying a massive, double-handed broadsword that gleamed under the blue light of the Null-Stones.

When Amethyst and Mariana came from the other side of the portal they were immediately met by, a first commander, they knew this because of the badge he wore. "Your Highnesses, I'm commander Rokalluz, King Adrian as told me to show you around the blood trail come this way." The man said leading them towards the forest, Amethyst broke a sweat as she felt the demonic energy surround her, Mariana quickly held her hand sharing her aura, the commander visibly stiffened at the new strong presence of celestial energy.

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.

It seems like no matter how big or dangerous the beast the champions are used to fighting them. When yet another red Mangog enters the arena and the announcer says its Commander Burk's turn Krystal pulls away from my arm.

She said, snuggling into the gap between his shoulder and neck. He chuckled. Tightening his arm around her, Corvin sniffed the smell of her hair deeply. She rested a hand on his scarred muscular chest. He jumped at the contract. But didn’t say anything as she allowed her fingers to draw little shapes that followed his scars through the chest hair. She was curious how they happened. “We are indeed.” He said softly. Wondering where his thoughts were, she asked, “So tell me more about Corvin CrimsonNight.” “I am the leader of this pa… family. I protect and serve as much as they do. My company’s mission is to beat back the darkness and bring light to the world.”