Novel & Cerita Crimson Corsair

"Whether she'd been in contact with Elias." Aldren looked toward the glass. A slow realization began forming. "Elias is connected to whatever happened to Sera." Jonas nodded. "That's what I think." Aldren's eyes hardened. "Then we're going to find out how." Three hours later, the Council retrieval team left the city. Thirty soldiers. Six trackers.,Two medical specialists. Four heavy weapons carriers. And one sealed transport vehicle. Inside the vehicle sat a single object. A portable extraction unit designed specifically for Crimson Blood containment. The Council had not used it in years. It had been built for something they no longer discussed.

Antonio's lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Of course." Then, his gaze darkened further, pure heat radiating from his body. "But don’t expect me to hold back forever." Cassandra was still resting in Antonio’s bed, her body recovering, when Antonio left the mansion to face an unexpected guest. The night air was cold, but the tension outside the estate was even colder. Standing before Antonio and his men—Marcus, Matsuyama, Ben, and a handful of trusted soldiers—were the remnants of The Crimson Lotus. They looked like broken men. Their clothes were torn, some still covered in dried blood, their faces exhausted, their bodies weak. But despite the fear in their eyes, there was also something else

His appearance was crude with scars, yet lecherous and bold with a choking aura, and so were those red pupils: brutal and intimidating, with glances that stabs the heart. Black boots gripped his ankle, so did a leather jacket tail down to his knees. An axe was locked within his fingers as he stood atop the execution platform, with every intention to make his speech as less pleasing as he could. The sun's brilliance, though lost to his back, still revealed the wraith crest, an emblem worn on the person of both the captain and his crew. Frightening and bold were at a glance the pretext of their crest. It was of a white diamond shaped crystal, having red thorns protruding on it's surface, and a

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

Phoebe I had never set foot in Dark Crimson before, and the moment our car passed through its front gates, my whole body tensed. The pack house rose like a dark fortress—nothing like the elegant Silver Claw manor or the clean-lined designs of Thunder Bite. This place felt ancient, heavy… dominant. The building looked as if it had been carved from one giant block of obsidian, with deep red accents running along each pillar like dried blood. The Dark Crimson banner fluttered against the gray sky—black and red, marked by a crowned Lycan sigil.

I picture him outside in the snow, coat collar up, not looking back. My chest hurts. He was supposed to protect me, not trade me like a bag of coins. I feel small, alone, cold without his hand, even if that hand only ever hurt. We stop in front of one box. A small lamp on the wall gives dim yellow light. I look at the door. My breath catches in my throat. A crest is carved deep in the wood. Black wolf. Snow around its paws. Stars above its head. The Morozov crest. Even a child knows it. Even I know it.

The bow was a shining silver the shape is like the crescent moon in the night sky. “I see you find it familiar.” With Christine mumbling a spell, the bow fell into Azrael’s arms. She touched it and felt the familiarity of the object. She felt tears forming on the side of her eyes. She thought that it was the only visible thing she could hold that reminds her of the Crimson Crest pack. The forbidden weapon that was said to have been given by the moon goddess. Azrael stopped her trail of thoughts and looked at Christine. Does this mean… “Yes Luna. The moon goddess entrusted the ancestors of the Crimson Crest pack with the Crescent Bow. No one knew why she did that but now, I think I know why.”

“By silencing you forever.” He gasps, his face turns purple due to lack of air. I scoff. In a heartbeat, his neck cracks and the next moment, he is lying lifeless on the floor. One leech out. I look at his lackeys, whose legs are rooted to the floor, looking at me like they have seen a ghost. Well, not a ghost, a vampire to be honest. Well, seeing the vampire crown prince is a one-time affair after all. I smirk, and the next moment, they join their leader, Alan, on the cold floor.

"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

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.