Crimson Hunters 40k Novels & Stories

The noise of the bone cracking was loud enough to reach his ears. Two other men came to stop him when one of them was taken down by Draken. Draken and his men have arrived. Hunter killed the other guy and the blood spurts out and falls on his face. Rasmus covered for him as he made his way to the hall. With each passing second his heart was dropping further. He noticed that most of Alonso's men were killed by the vampires. As he got closer to the door he felt something tingling inside him. With a low growl, he kicked the huge double doors open and came to a halt in the hall.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

Looking at the sun blooming slowly while scattering its rays all over, it feels as if the darkness has surrendered itself to it and the horror of the previous night has been relieved bare for all to witness. Blake slowly moves his eyes across the hall. The blood is seen being splattered all over the wooden floor. The white walls, the original white couch, everything has been dyed in red and dried a long time ago. In some areas, the original color of the carpet can’t be seen at all. It is all in bloody red. Pieces of wolves being torn to shreds, bodies of what seem to be human as well as non-human and pieces of what used to be the door, all has been scattered all over the house.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

Everything has been left behind in the past and everyone moved on. But some people are still chasing what past had brought in their present and they tend to change their future by breaking the one who put them in a hell hole that became their home for years. And now, he's hunting. He's picking the trails to those people who dragged him down the ditch. He's coming back to bring his hell to them and spread darkness in their fine life. ~ Fourth of number, crossed paths have had happened, too many times and they all start running out of nines.

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

This feels like an army, like secret police, like the kind of power governments hide. Not just criminals. Something worse. Something that can make whole countries disappear. And I am kneeling at the feet of the man who controls it all. Screens light up bright. Black figures run through snow fast with guns in hands and masks on faces. Muzzle flashes. White snow turns red. One man falls and his chest explodes red. Another turns to run but his head snaps back. Blood sprays like mist. A third reaches the gate. Bullets stitch across his body. One. Two. Three. Four. He drops.

Nyx roared. The Kroltan mercenary queen leaped from the smoking crater of her crashed drop pod. She swung her massive kinetic hammer, smashing the skull of a lunging Abyssal angel into a spray of corrupted, dark-violet blood. Behind her, ten thousand Bloodhand mercenaries flooded the plaza like a tidal wave of sheer, unadulterated violence. They didn't care about divine formations. They cared about the kill count. Heavy plasma fire, kinetic slugs, and brutal melee weapons wove a deafening, chaotic net of destruction across the sanctuary.

--- Damon’s POV By nightfall, the Crimson Order had reached the outskirts of our realm. They didn’t send messengers. They sent fire. The eastern village was the first to fall. Screams echoed through the trees before the flames lit the sky like a second dawn. My wolves fought back, but the Order used magic laced with celestial scripture—deadly to our kind. They didn’t come to talk. They came to cleanse. I stood at the gates as their leader stepped forward Archon Veylor, a man once rumored to have drowned an entire Lycan pack in consecrated blood.

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.