Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

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.

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?"

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.

A collective gasp rippled through the study, the weight of impending doom pressing down on us all with renewed force. “Damn that Jermain!” King Brad bellowed, the force of his fury making the very table tremble beneath his clenched fist. “He has now kidnapped fifteen more she-wolves! Fifteen! From Silver Bow and Blue Moon. Alpha Zenic is beyond himself with grief and unbridled rage, that scumbag has also taken his daughter. Alpha Jack has already mobilized his forces. He stands ready at the border, waiting for Zenic’s command to strike Woodcrest beside him, prepared to unleash a storm of vengeance that will leave nothing untouched.

the commander told her bored, before returning with her eyes on the other witches. The woman looked up full of hatred at the commander, tears continuing to run down her cheeks. The girl turned her head towards her, feeling the woman's hateful gaze. Doreon saw the glacial expression of the girl crouching in front of her, her elbows resting on her knees and her sword clutched in one hand. The commander bent her head to the side looking the witch straight in the face. The eyes of the commander were completely black and pulsed along with the veins of the face, while the red irises gave off flames.

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

"The architects have no money left to hide behind." ​Adrian growled softly, his lips sealing theirs in a deep, victorious kiss under the cold, fog-shrouded sky of the Azores. The Sovereign Vault was officially under the command of the Crimson Reign, and the final war against the creators of the beast was about to begin.

He must have decided to shift and search like the men he’d given orders to, because he chose that moment to reach down and tug the hem of his shirt over his head. Had Isabella been in human form, she would have had to stifle a gasp. The spine and musculature he revealed were rippled with sinew, but the scars were what stole her breath. Even in the dim glow of the moonlight, her wolf eyes allowed her to see. The commander’s body was a history of battles won and lost, wars waged on behalf of a supernatural empire. And then he turned around and Isabella’s breath caught. He wasn’t any commander. He was the commander. In an instant, she recognized exactly who he was. This cowboy wolf was none oth