Novel & Cerita Crimson Hunters 40k

He was born with the spirit within him. “Hunters are, as the name suggests. They track down and kill supernatural beings. Though I expect not as much as they once did. Perhaps picking and choosing who lives and who dies. Or perhaps being mated with a spirit of the Stars has clouded his duty enough that he doesn’t hunt anyone,” I say, both hinting at the truth of Rem’s nature but not directly saying anything that his friends wouldn’t already know.

As if I’d need luck! I stepped onto the white ring surrounded by the red rope and prepared myself, cracking my knuckles and neck. Fernando was sitting on the other side of the ring. He was a strikingly handsome vampire hunter with brown eyes and brown hair. His skin was tanned slightly. He was very bough and muscular and had a smirk on his face. I hated it when hunters fought against me. To be honest they were too arrogant.

Willow added. The intercom crackled. "Welcome to The Crimson Hunt! Our most challenging world yet! Specially designed for our favorite troublemakers!" The cheerful voice took on a darker edge. "The Hunters have been tracking deadies for millennia. They've never failed. You'll be their first failure... or their next meal. Either way, it'll be entertaining! Now RUN!" The bus doors exploded outward. We were thrown into the darkness, hitting wet ground that smelled like blood and decay. I scrambled to my feet. The bus was already gone, disappeared into the fog. Around us, the red eyes were moving. Getting closer.

“Your men are dead. You lost the war.” I felt my hands shaking. “What are you talking about?” “Those mutants. They were diversions.” He grunted again, pushing even more. “I wanted your soldiers to be too occupied and fatigued before I brought in the big guns.” He grinned at me. “Guess who?” My eyes widened as realization dawned. “The Crimson Wolves.” He grinned even more widely. “Not a lot, of course. But those are elite assassinators. With only a handful, I'd rid the land of every living soldier in your pitiful Guard.”

***** KYLA POV Back at the center The Crimson General had crossed the battlefield like he owned it. He stepped through the rivers of his own dead without flinching, boots stained with blood, shoulders squared beneath ancient crimson plate that pulsed with demonic runes. With every swing of his cursed blade, three of my warriors fell—sliced clean, like they were nothing more than tall grass before the scythe. The storm screamed overhead, lightning catching the jagged edges of his horned helm as if even the sky was afraid to strike him. And then—he stopped. Only ten paces from me.

The first hunter hit the ground inside the valley with silent precision. Then another dropped beside him. And another. Within seconds, more than twenty members of the Crimson Moon Order had crossed through the broken cliff and landed inside Kael’s territory. The warriors guarding the eastern wall drew their weapons immediately. Steel flashed in the torchlight. Kael stepped forward, his presence alone making the air heavy with Alpha power. “You’ve made a mistake coming here,” he said coldly. The leader of the hunters removed his hood.

The ecosystem had been thrown into chaos, and the infected with blood contagion wandered, transforming into half-human, half-blood creatures. Amid the turmoil, the Crimson Pact — once considered heretical — had become the only force holding the fragile order together. --- Temporary Base – Southwest Valenfort In the building that once served as a police headquarters, the flickering lights illuminated the tense faces of Selene, Kael, and Adrian. “The Hunters are rebuilding their forces,” Adrian reported. “They’ve renamed themselves the Divine Order, and declared they will ‘purge’ all of Valenfort using biological weapons.” “What about the remnants of the vampires?” Selene asked.

The vaulted, shadowed ceiling high above us seemed to violently shatter. The Emperor's elite, personal executioners, the Crimson Guard, rained like armored rain. They wore heavy articulated armor made of obsidian laced with glowing crimson runes and wore featureless iron masks on their faces. They did not have blood-magic whips, but they had huge, jagged broad swords that were built to cut a Lycan in half. "Form the perimeter!" Kaelen roared, and his midnight black tailored suit tore at its seams, as his divine starlight violently erupted.

Standing beside the child in dark blue cloak which was now menacingly smiling at her. They're now surrounded by fire, aggressively consuming the corpses around them. The scenery is looks like a part of hell. "This hotness is the feelings of your hatred Crimson Blade. For all these years, you're still empty-handed! You still can't find him! We're. Still. Far. From. Our. REVENGE!!!" She looked at Zitrey with her terrifying eyes. It was full of rage, and the vibe she's giving were dark, heavy, and deadly. Very intimidating and menacing.

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.