Crimson Corsair Novels & Stories

I pressed it against my palm and spoke into my earpiece. "Crimson Moon warriors. Move in." Dozens of black SUVs poured into the street. Warriors in tactical gear, silver-edged weapons holstered at their hips, dropped out and surrounded the Silvercrest pack house. Three military-grade off-roaders rolled up behind them with silver-net cannons mounted on the roofs. It was Crimson Moon Pack's full deployment formation, top of the line. Lucien froze for a second. His brow pulled tight. "Nora. Are you out of your mind?"

**Blood Rain** layers on top—corrosive violet downpour. The Court rides with me. Seras sunrise-nukes the skull swarm. Lucian dragonfire melts the bone constructs. Kayo’s tails guillotine the lesser lords. Rowan erases timelines with a word. Nerida eats the void leaks. Remy and I tandem the boss. I **Crimson Forge** blood armor around us. He coyote-gold claws the echo’s face. I speak Line 777—contract void. The echo screams. I finish with **Sanguine Eclipse**.

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 said to myself, “No matter what challenges lay ahead, I know that I will always have them by my side.” One sad night, I whispered to myself. “I miss you father. I miss going to that coffee shop on Main Street with you every Saturday morning.” I spotted a shooting star in the distance and began to sob, thinking, “I really wish that you were here to see this star with me, father.” “The Crimson Tide is a really reliable and well-maintained ship. It's known for its efficiency and expertise in delivering marine equipment worldwide,” Captain James had told me when I'd asked him about the ship. “The vessel has completed several successful deliveries before it set sail on its latest mission.

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

His stare—his eyes—were ringed with divine silver starlight now, like it was permanent, like his body decided it. Caleb and Jace ran the lower decks. Celestial auras, steady, keeping the freezing dampness from creeping too close. Still, the Crimson Court doesn’t do “unguarded.” On the third day, right before evening, the sky above us tore open in a violent rupture. The oppressive black fog got pierced by this sickly, pulsing crimson glow. Then a massive, unnatural hurricane dropped onto the fleet. The Black Sea answered with thirty-foot swells, stacked and furious.

But the radar on Finch's wrist unit began to ping frantically. "We're not alone," Finch warned, his eyes wide. Above them, tearing through the storm clouds like birds of prey, came two sleek, black dropships. They bore the insignia of a crimson skull biting a dagger. "The Crimson Hounds," Marcus spat, recognizing the logo. "Top-tier mercenary filth. They followed us through the storm." "They want the bounty," Jack said, checking the load in his heavy pistol. He scanned the misty perimeter, his eyes narrowing. "Let them come. They think this is a hunting trip. They don't realize they just landed in the lion's den."

The assault craft, christened the Vendetta, was a black blur cutting across the Aegean. The twin engines screamed, a high, constant pitch that vibrated through the steel deck and into the marrow of my bones. I sat in the co-pilot seat, my rifle secured, the spray shield protecting me from the cold, violent mist. The scent of salt and burning fuel was the perfume of war.

Crimson exclaimed. He chuckled mischievously. "Even the Moon goddess can't miraculously replace your sleeping soldiers with strong ones, just know that even her, won't help you this time around." He said. Crimson removed her sword. "I inherited this sword from.mu ancestors, and they can't wait to have your blood all over it, Attack!" Crimson yelled. Her soldiers matched into the Battle line and they clashed together with Alpha Zaid's soldiers. They shot hundreds of arrows at Crimson's soldier's, they protected themselves with an armor shirt while it hit on some of them.

Chapter 83 Author's POV The heads of the Sea Crocks MC were all in one convoy, everyone had a unique color. Baby's Ferrari was painted in sea green, Jason's BMW M5 driven by Robert was painted in ocean blue color. Jason’s Lamborghini Gallardo was painted in yellow and the other rides had the same black color since they were not formerly black.