Crimson Heroes Novels & Stories

Alpha Charles asked while the pack rose to their feets and gritted their teeths at the words that were about coming out from Brenda's lips "It's the Crimson Hunters, the most deadliest among all, They are back!" . . THE CRIMSON TOWER Mr Glamora Verah, The leader of the Crimson Hunters sat on a Swivel Chair and rested his back on it. He had a huge Cigarette Wrapped in his lips while he smiled at the huge smoke that popped out of it. Seconds wavered and the door opened and about a handful of Men tumbled Into the House while they lowered their head in shame. Mr Glamora Verah who received quite a pleasure both from his Cigarette and from the ladies that sat around his torso frowned his face afte

He turned to face his foe and stared at her with a look of raw, unadulterated rage: She was causing hundreds upon thousands of restless souls to fight a losing war, all because of her petty vengeance. "La Bruja! Mi Amor! Your time has come! Lady Muerte herself has sealed your fate, and all you're doing by raising this army is making my job easier!" He said before charging the oncoming hoard, Alexis hot on his tail, and his forces even closer behind. An entire platoon's worth surrounded him, all for naught, as he slashed in an open arc and shot a bullet from his gun, infusing it with his wrath, piercing through hundreds of soldiers. Alex at his side slashed at everything in sight, clawing thr

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

Alpha Zaid's soldiers dropped thier swords and fall on their knees. "Your majesty!" They all said at once. Crimson remaining soldiers screamed excitedly. Crimson was too tired and has sustained a lot of wounds and deep injuries, she could hardly opened her eyes. She tried to locate Pearl and when she saw her, she dragged Alpha Zaid's head and dragged herself on the ground till she reached her, she dropped the head on her feet. "I...I have kept my...my promise." Crimson shuttered and fell unconscious. "We did it!" Alexis jumped, she saw Shannon and hissed.

In which there is a split of the Crimson order of One-One, with the ancient order of Scarlet Desires from the legion of its various warrior vampires. Being that they are divided between their defenders of their entire race, even though none of them desires to annihilate their enemies with as much eagerness as Desires, the various champions of the Crimson Order of One-One, being from Paying Merah, the assassins, their spies, which will go from the lords of the red clouds, to the guardians, who are the red umbrellas. Desires, this is one of the guardians, he is next to his sister, immortal, Luxury, his sister, was everything he was, the woman had beautiful and full breasts, both had their red

It vibrated with divine, starlight resonance, calming the panic spiking behind me, before it could fully take root. “Charge!” I screamed, my silver eyes flaring awake. Thousands of Obsidian wolves and Badlands Lycans poured over the cliffs, rushing down those steep rocky inclines like an avalanche made of fur and fangs. We slammed onto the beach as the first wave of the Crimson Court stepped off the iron ramps. They weren’t like the mindless, frozen husks of the Ice-Wyrm’s army. No. These were aristocrats of absolute butchery. Immaculate blood-red combat armor sat over elegant pale skin. Their eyes burned, polished rubies, bright and cold. They moved with a liquid grace that didn’t care abou

He had used only half of his strength in that water dragon, but most Chrysopoeia Graders had struggled to counter or tank that attack. "Unfortunately, you still made the mistake of pissing us off. You people are descendants of us—we left when Earth's mystique energy was depleted and left you inferior creatures out of our mercy. And now you're challenging us, your true elders and ancestors?! Imprudence!" He summoned 80% of his power and shot it out of him. It became a tidal wave threatening to swallow Logan whole. Crimson Guardian was the fiercest fighter of the Crimson Order, second only to the leader. Even Violet Venerable and Lady Selene would rather avoid this attack than to face it head-

Crimson was also having his fare share of battle against the forces of darkness and his fate, unlike that of Spartan, appeared to be sealed. Whiro had corrupted his mind with images of Violet’s death except instead of showing him how she died, the god was the one killing her in his mind. Crimson had watched the god literally suck out Violet’s soul from her body until it had turned dark, shrivelled and lifeless. Whiro was then about to do just that to the speedster. They were all surrounded by Amaroks as the Legion of Death was about to destroy them all. Hermes had been paralyzed by snake venom and his ultra healing abilities were not doing him any good at the moment. This had weakened his st

he finished, his voice tearing through the night with the opening blow of annihilation, “you are the STORM.” Something broke loose. The warriors reacted as one… spines snapping straight, chests swelling, claws scraping against steel. Hunger ignited behind glowing eyes, no longer restrained, no longer patient. It was not excitement. It was recognition. The sound that rose from them was not a cheer, but a low, unified snarl… the sound of predators unleashed. Lucien’s gaze held them, cold and absolute. “Remember who you are,” he growled, each word pressed down like a blade against their throats. “We are the Crimson Blood Pack. Wherever we march, the earth trembles beneath our feet. Wherever we

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.