Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

His breath came in ragged, visible plumes. Liam didn't answer her with words. Instead, the heavy iron door at the back of the arena groaned open, its hydraulic seals releasing with a loud hiss. The Commander strode out onto the high platform, his heavy black cloak billowing behind him like the wings of a predatory bird. He was followed closely by a visibly shaken Torin and three other battle-scarred lieutenants who had been brought in to witness what was supposed to be an execution. Torin’s massive iron halberd looked incredibly heavy in his hands now, no longer a symbol of absolute intimidation but an awkward, cumbersome weight he didn't quite know how to carry. Liam descended the iron stai

My wolf lets out a jagged, agonizing howl, her connection to the mate bond fraying under the artificial interference. "Coralina!" The door to the suite is kicked open. Clyde bursts in, but he isn't the broken man I left in the hallway. He is the Commander. He is dressed in charcoal tactical gear, his chest plate straining against the heavy swell of his breathing. His eyes are a hard, lethal amber, though I can see the flicker of pain behind them—the dampeners are hurting him, too. "They found us," I gasp, clutching the edge of the vanity to stay upright. "How did they get through the shielding?"

she added seriously and I did a mock salute “aye captain” After my shower, I went back to my office for some work. I had to send out messages to the three packs ahead of my visitation. And not only that what was the Crimson Order? Sounds to me like a group of rogues trying to form some semblance of a pack. That could not be good. Rogues were abominations, cast out of the pack as a result of heinous crimes committed. When they join together they would do nothing bu lead to a ruckus. But first one thing at a time, I had to fucking find the light or whatever, as the seer had said.

With a stern look, he signaled for me to sit in the remaining seat at his left. The rhythmic beat of drums broke through the air, announcing the imminent arrival of the Crimson Fang Pack. Each beat vibrated inside my chest, heightening my vulnerability. My legs trembled beneath my dress as I took my seat. Tension thickened as everyone awaited the rival pack, a pack that had stood against us for millennia. The shrill cry of the drums cut through the night. They were here. And they entered with unsettling confidence, as if they owned the place. Their Alpha walked in front, tall, imposing, radiating raw power. His broad shoulders and steady gait exuded dominance. His presence alone commanded th

I was stunned to find everyone else at the burial ceremony also crumbling to the ground as they lost consciousness. "W...what's going on?" I wondered. Dominic was also on the ground, lying there unconscious. Then, I watched some men approaching my side. "He sure is a stubborn one..." one of them gestured. "Stop wasting time and get to work..." a distant voice commanded, and the men left my side. My gaze went to the man who just gave the order as he came closer. He was wearing a mask, and from it, I could tell that he was the coward I'd been searching for so long.

“This doesn’t feel like King Brad’s command. This feels different.” A terrible, suffocating silence descended over the clearing as the Lycans finally emerged into full, terrifying view, rows upon rows of hulking, powerful warriors, their forms massive and imposing, their silver-tipped fangs gleaming menacingly beneath the indifferent moonlight. Their collective presence was overwhelming, a suffocating force that pressed down on the very air, promising only utter devastation. And then, emerging from their disciplined ranks like a storm given sentient form, was the Crown Prince himself.