Crimson Cross Novels & Stories

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

He followed those annotations the way he would follow tracks. An hour in he found the first reference. It was in a volume on ancient bloodlines, in a section his father had marked with a strip of dark ribbon. The page was dense with old text, the language formal and archaic, but the meaning was clear enough. The Blood Crescent mark, known in the old tongue as the Crimson Sign, appears only on wolves of the Red Moon bloodline and cannot be replicated or transferred. It identifies the bearer as a carrier of the ancient Red Wolf strain, a lineage believed extinct following the destruction of the Red Moon pack in the battle of…

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“Sophia has one.I was always curious as to what it was.” Ivette's lips formed a subtle almost covert smile. “Miss Ivy its the Crimson Mark. It represents being a member of the Crimson Order.” I repeated feeling as though I had wandered into a spy novel “The Crimson mark?What is that? A secret society tattoo of some sort?” “In a sense” she admitted. “It is a network. A group. Protection is its main objective. Anyone who carries this mark and is aware of its significance is under the protection of the Order…shielded everywhere... from particular threats, influences and. . . individuals.”

The headlines hit the corporate stage like a series of brutal, devastating explosions. “Crimson Foundation Plummets… Again!” The media coverage was absolutely brutal. Graphs and stock charts showed Crimson’s company value dropping in a horrific, straight vertical line. Across the city, Alpha Crimson was just finding out the hard way that I had deep, invisible strings to play, even when we were completely separated and standing on opposite sides of a war. He had thought he could threaten me at the council meeting because of his physical warriors, but he had entirely forgotten that I could destroy his life with a single phone call from my desk.

“The Phanton line has come to an end and a hybrid cannot rule the kingdom.” “I accept Princess tawny’s proposal. So, who here has the guts to challenge me for the right to the princess’s hand and the throne?” Crimson stands, face red and eyes turning from their yellow to the crimson color I love so much. His anger is palpable, and the vicious voices die down to disgruntled grumbles. “That’s what I thought.” Crimson steps back but does not sit back down, remaining by my side instead.

“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

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.

Morgan looked to Hunji to finish the story. Hunji picks up where Morgan left off. “By the time I got down there, there was no sign of Crimson. We searched through the night and the next day which was why I was late arriving in New Moon. New Moon border patrol reported Crimson crossing over and I had him detained because I wanted to question him. Crimson thinks someone stole his blood and insists he woke up at the scene of the crash and headed straight for New Moon to find Tawny.” “Okay. Where’s this going and what does it have to do with Tala’s crown?” I was growing impatient and wished they would just cut to the chase. But that was never Hunji’s way when he w

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”