Crimson Commander Novels & Stories

Crimson announced, her eyes and voice filled with pride. "What?" Tyramon said tears filling her eyes. "So the decision is up to you," Crimsonsaid. "Crimson!!" I yelled, when I couldn't bear to see the tear in Tyramon's eyes. I didn't bring her here to suffer. "What?" Crimson yelled back. "You are crossing the line," I said, moving close to me. "I will show you I haven't even crossed the line yet," Crimson walked past me, she went straight to Tyramon, raised her from her chair, and slapped her across the face.

"You will move into my penthouse tonight. You will obey every command I give you. And when we are alone, you will call me Sir." "I hate you," I whispered, even as my nipples hardened against his chest. His lips curved into a dangerous smile. "Keep telling yourself that, Sienna. It only makes me want to fuck the hate right out of you." He leaned in until his mouth brushed my ear. "Go back to your desk and clear your schedule. My driver will collect you at five. And tonight, I am going to spend hours reminding this greedy little cunt exactly who it belongs to now." He finally stepped back. I turned and walked out of the boardroom on shaky legs, my pussy already wet and aching from his filthy p

"Chika just spearheaded the total eradication of the northern border syndicate. We are marking the ascension of the new Vanguard Commander." I felt the heat rise to my neck as the pack brothers nodded toward me. Sienna’s gaze swung back to my frame, her teeth baring slightly. She had held the vanguard token for three winter campaigns before her bloodline was censured, and seeing me wear the black titanium commander plates was visibly eating her alive.

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.”

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.

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.