Novel & Cerita Crimson Hunters 40k

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.”

Still studying the scrolls and magical appearing messages. “Preferably from their bloodline. But not quite.” Marcus sighs. “There is no known surviving family of Bastet or the sky gods.” Mathias supplies finally jumping into the conversation. “Tawny is a Phanton she was the closest bloodline.” “Though Crimson is a Grimalkin, an entity on its own and we believe his genetics and the magic that runs through him would suffice. Or his sons.” Abner says scratching his head. I sneak a look at Crimson who seems unphased by Abner's declaration. Standing there with his hand stroking his chin in thought. His yellow eyes held a slight tinge of red. His beast poked through.

"He brought mercenaries into my city. Stay behind me, Victoria. We burn them here." The heavy reinforced doors shuddered violently under the sudden force of a breacher charge, blowing sparks wildly across the floor as the syndicate made their desperate move.

They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could penetrate the defences of any threat whilst also providing aid to those that they obey. A faint shuddering in the shadows hinted at the appearance of the wolves. They moved cautiously, looking to avoid the last of the dappled light that fell between the pine trees. Slowly their forms took shape like watery images of beasts, their bodies floating and swirling like smoke and mist. Behind the witch, the warriors shifted uneasily, still not used to seeing these curious creatures. “Look, Signe! Do you see them?” Estrid cooed to her daughter, pointing to the first of the shadowy figures that stepped out from the roilin

“It’s rare.” “How rare?” Aldric asked. Marcus’s expression was serious. “In the last five hundred years… only four have been recorded.” Regina’s pulse quickened. “And I’m one of them?” “Yes.” Her mind struggled to process the information. “What does it mean?” Marcus stood slowly, walking toward the large window behind his desk. “Blood Moon wolves are… catalysts.” “Catalysts for what?” Aldric asked. Marcus turned back toward them. “Power.” Regina’s stomach dropped.

I pick it up and run my fingers over the hard moon sigil pressed on the cover. “Interesting...” I mutter, opening to the first page. It simply lists: Goddess, Lycans, Witches, Bloodlines, and Hybrids. My pulse quickens. I flip through the pages, ignoring the ones that have been torn out clean. The writing is cramped and old-fashioned, talking about cursed beings. “The Crimson-born are not of the pack, nor of the coven. They are independent and choose where they wish to go. Forged in the silence between the first howl, the Goddess’s tears, and the first spell. With their pale skin comes eyes deeper than the stain of blood.”

My heart beats quicker with every stride. The ground starts to vibrate. Suddenly, a deep growl echoes down the tube. Lena draws her dagger. “We’ve got company.” From the darkness ahead, brilliant red eyes appear one pair, then another, then more. Creatures with twisted bodies, half-wolf, half-shadow. They snarl and step forward. Ezra raises his workforce. “These are the Crimson Guardians. Corrupted protectors. Stay close to me.” They attack. I hardly have time to react as one of them leaps at me. I swerve to the side and swing, claws out, slashing across its shoulder. It howls and stumbles back.

Chapter 110 – The Nexus of Crimson Stars The crimson portal’s light swallowed them, a searing rush that burned away the nexus’s warmth and spat them into a realm of jagged, blood-red stars. The air was sharp, laced with a metallic tang, and the ground beneath their feet was a mosaic of shattered stone, veined with pulsing crimson threads. Above, a chaotic nexus churned, its constellations twisted into snarling shapes—no wolf, no witch, only jagged forms that seemed to claw at the void.

“He proved his word to Cole several times and by the time Cole and I left, Alpha Black didn’t want him to leave. Combine that with the strictness I saw, yes I believe if he said it was a reportable offense he reported it.” I’m nodding my head as I leave the table to plug the phone in on the kitchen counter. “You’ve been to four packs. Of those packs, if you were offered a second run, which lasts a year and gives you a chance at a position in the pack, if all four offered who would you pick?” “Crimson Dawn.” I freeze where I stand, shocked that he didn’t even have to think about it. “Why?” I keep it simple considering the shock I’m in right now.

Everyone was dead, but me. Turning back, I finally put a face to the voice. Her skin was covered in freckles and her hair was a wild brown, like she had stuck her finger in a socket. She was carrying a gun in her hands, but what stood out to me was her outfit. I’d seen it once before, in school. It was the Hunter’s uniform. The patch on her arm confirming it. Hunter’s were mercenaries for hire. Killers for hire, really. The non-magical in the supernatural world. They once were on a death march against all supernaturals, but now they were just raised on how to kill them and were sold to the highest bidder.