Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

She looked out over the wolves who had come to witness her crowning, seeing faces she knew and faces she did not, seeing hope and fear and love and uncertainty. I am not the Luna you expected, she continued. I am not the gentle mate who stands quietly at her Alpha's side. I am not the traditional leader who follows paths worn smooth by generations before. I am something else entirely. She paused, letting her words settle. I am the Crimson heir. I carry three thousand years of power in my blood. I have fought and bled and nearly died for every wolf in this valley. And I will continue to fight, to bleed, to die if necessary, for the future we build together.

"This is your only warning. Leave our territories. Stop the purges. Or we'll do to you what you've tried to do to us—we'll exterminate you." "Big talk from a dog who's outnumbered and outgunned." "Am I?" Dante gestures around. Of the twenty hunters who came, only five are still standing. The rest are dead or dying. "Looks like we're winning." The commander's expression falters. "Tell your leaders," Dante continues. "The supernatural world is done hiding. Done being victims. Come for us again, and we'll come for you. Harder. And we won't stop until every member of the Crimson Order is ash."

Coated with black skin and eyes just as red and demonic. “Retreat!” Ascena calls out to all, her voice echoing over the chaos. There is no flight. There is only fight at his point. Crimson leaps in front of us, His fur form large and vibrating with rage. His fur bristles and his teeth gleam. Aimed at Senko. “Join me son, or meet your fate with your friends,” Senko says to Crimson. Crimson roars at his father. Challenging him when Senko’s shadows begin to overshadow him. Taking hold of the Grimalkin whose whole body begins to glow – fighting off the magic that is slowly going to kill him.

Everything shines, ready. Control panels blink red and blue. Ten men inside already. All in black. All moving fast, no one looks at me. It is like I am invisible. Nikolai sits in the center chair. A big black leather. The chain is short. I drop to my knees beside him but the floor is cold. Well better stay that way than let him bark on me. He touches a small black earpiece. His voice sharp, calm as he give out real orders. “Sector three, hold fire until grid four two. Sector five, suppress the left flank now. Thermal sweep the tree line; mark and confirm count. Sniper team Alpha, take high value runners first. No one past the inner fence. Repeat, no one past the inner fence.”

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

And I know Krystal has her eyes set on Burk. A massive four-armed red beast runs out onto the field just as the announcer's voice fades, and I hear Krystal gasp a little bit. The fangs and horns on this monster are much bigger than the last red one I saw, which must be why Krystal is so worried. But Commander Burk is acting just like all the other champions as he walks out onto the field, so I know he has it under control.

"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."

The masked commander laughed softly. “They are here.” The doors exploded inward. Wood and stone fragments scattered across the room. A group of elite warriors marched inside wearing armor marked with the same incomplete symbol. Their leader stepped forward. His presence was overwhelming. He removed his helmet slowly. Revealing sharp features and cold eyes. His gaze locked directly onto me. “So,” he said calmly. “The crown has chosen a new bearer.” The Alpha stepped in front of me immediately. “State your identity.” The man smirked. “I am Commander of the Coalition of the Broken Line.”

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