Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

I looked at her nervously, glancing at her then at the direction Tia had gone. "Hey there, Kelder," She said, her voice low and whispery. "Oh hey," I said nervously. "I'm Jamine, leader of the Nymphets. I'm sure your girlfriend has told you a lot about me..." she said in the same tone. "Yeah, not really," I said, hoping this conversation would end. "So tell me Kaldar, how strong are you actually?" she asked, but I didn't really know. I knew I was supposed to be stronger than everyone here, but practice also had a hand in it. And I was still very young, they probably had years of experience on me.

the man asked, voice dry. Alric nodded, "He's dead, I, we made sure he died before activating his pack's ability", he promised as he raised the container, "I brought what you asked for", he said and placed the container on the man's desk. The man laughed raucously, "Finally! Finally", he cheered happily and turned the chair. Alric swallowed as the only thing visible was the evil grin as the man cackled with glee. "Alric, rejoice for you shall witness true power", he laughed, "I, Carlton Lewis, have been waiting for this moment for two decades", he laughed as he caressed the container and opened it.

She looked around. Everyone was waiting. “I don’t know.” It was the first time she had lied. And she hated herself for it. Because she knew that whisper meant something. ⸻ Far from the Ashen camp, the Crimson warrior moved quickly through the forest. He did not stop until the trees became thick enough to hide him from anyone following. Only then did he remove his hood. Riven Nightbane. Second-born of the Crimson Pack. A warrior trained from childhood to obey without question. Except today.

The headlines hit the corporate stage like a series of brutal, devastating explosions. “Crimson Foundation Plummets… Again!” The media coverage was absolutely brutal. Graphs and stock charts showed Crimson’s company value dropping in a horrific, straight vertical line. Across the city, Alpha Crimson was just finding out the hard way that I had deep, invisible strings to play, even when we were completely separated and standing on opposite sides of a war. He had thought he could threaten me at the council meeting because of his physical warriors, but he had entirely forgotten that I could destroy his life with a single phone call from my desk.

They encircled the trio, cutting off potential escape routes. Adrian’s jaw clenched. “Brace yourselves.” The first wave struck without warning. Steel clashed against steel. Adrian met the nearest shadow head-on, muscles burning with effort, adrenaline sharpening his senses. Elena’s arrows flew with deadly precision, striking shadows as they lunged. Marcus moved like a whirlwind, blades slicing, every strike lethal. But it was the Commander who changed the battlefield entirely. Stepping from the mist, tall and commanding, eyes locked on Adrian, she radiated an unnatural aura of obsession.

The one who quietly protected our Lycan Clan from attacks or outsiders. I was a fighter. No, not was. Am. I am a fighter, and I don’t give up. I was given a gift, a gift so dark and powerful I had been afraid to use it for fear that it would consume me. Peering over Crimson's shoulder, I see Tobias and Lyric fight against the Zombified dark soldiers, I look past them to see my mate. My heart stops and I hold my breath, gripping Crimson's forearms I watch, almost in slow motion, Lamia hit back at the towering god. Kellen works with her striking blow after blow as they move around him, attempting to distract his attention and leave him open and vulnerable.

Acknowledging this reality, Tommy forged ahead, their collective resolve unwavering in the face of impending challenges. On the commander’s other side, however, obscured in the brush, his two warriors, chosen by his leader, Cavin, waited. The two took turns cloaking their massive apelike bodies. The commander was a bit of a hermit, preferring prayer and meditation to socialising with his warrior. A clash of interests burdened him. He adored his clan, and he only wanted to become a holy priest of their convent like Cavin. He longed for the security of his underground home. But he had been trained by Cavin for another mission as well, the sacred calling of feral exterminating.

“But I’m not letting some ghost in lipstick steal my kill and walk away like a fucking legend.” I stood, crushing the cigarette under my heel. Amara Voss. The Revenant. I didn’t care if she was a myth, monster, or martyr. I would find her. And if she wanted war, I’d give her one she’d never forget.

But then, it’s either my boys are not that good or you’re very good, you were not meant to escape. I shook my head again as the memories of my dead crew members stabbed at my heart. ‘’I wasn’t good. Three of my men died that day.’’ The vampire smiled. ‘’ You’re smarter than I thought you were. We don’t need to talk too much, I need your word that you’ll not try to work against us while we both bring down the Rhineharts together, do I get your word on that?’’ I laughed. ‘’ What, so I’m just supposed to give you my word and then walk out of here a free man?’’