Crimson Hunters Novels & Stories

Damon was almost throwing up, but he did nothing as he swallowed the blood. Cael pulled her wrist out of Damon's mouth, and the cut gradually disappeared. "Your wounds will heal. Just wait," said Cael. Cael's wound healed quickly, along with his. Damon couldn't believe it and promptly got up and touched his entire body. Damon wasn't weak anymore, as if nothing had ever happened. "Who are you? And what sort of people are you?" Damon asked, confused. "We are the hunters," says Kyra. Damon looked at them, who were almost the same age as him. "How did you see that supernatural being?" Cael asked.

But it wasn’t the monster that had my heart stopping in my chest. It was his eyes. “Ronan,” I breathed, barely recognizing the sound of my own voice. The wolf didn’t hesitate. He lunged, his claws slicing through the air as he slammed one of the hunters into the door with a sickening crack. The man crumpled, his body limp, his gun clattering to the floor. “What the fuck is that?” another hunter yelled, his voice cracking with fear as he aimed his weapon at Ronan. Before he could fire, Ronan was on him, pinning him to the wall. The man slumped, lifeless, as Ronan turned to me, his blue eyes blazing.

A trap. The charges were holding up. Every shred of evidence tied Nathan’s name to the operation. His fingerprints. His emails. Surveillance footage. It was air-tight. Too air-tight. And Neera knew better than anyone — airtight cases were the messiest ones of all. Because real criminals made mistakes. This? This was curated. She opened her laptop. Searched again. Kieran Renzaro. Still no concrete criminal record. No legal paper trail. Just whispers. Rumors. And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled.

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.

Meanwhile back at the mansion the guards soon realised the fact that Crimson was missing and immediately notified Kevin who was furious, he was busy trailing each and every mafia gang in Shanghai, he's already brutally beaten up more than three of the mafia bosses around after failing to get anything from them about Silva and if they worked for her. He called Steven and told him the situation of things, Steven then told him Crimson was with him and they were on their way to rescue little Gray, they took along with them more than fifty able bodied and weaponed men and were approaching a jungle, Steven and Kevin had connections with lots of mafia gangs around so it was not hard to gather a hug

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

Damien said. "And why should I hurry? I have waited for this day for 40 years, and now you want me to end it so easily? I have to enjoy every bit of it; that's the real fun." Uncle Gavin said, and I gazed upon an even darker side of him as more time passed. Nate's gaze returned to me. "Seems you still get to go first. Send my regards," he said, his fingertip closing in on the trigger. "Sierra!" Adrian yelled, only to bump into Nate, grabbing the pistol from his grasp. In a blink, he aimed it at Damien, pulling the trigger, only for Uncle Gavin to come in line as the bullet pierced his stomach.

But the radar on Finch's wrist unit began to ping frantically. "We're not alone," Finch warned, his eyes wide. Above them, tearing through the storm clouds like birds of prey, came two sleek, black dropships. They bore the insignia of a crimson skull biting a dagger. "The Crimson Hounds," Marcus spat, recognizing the logo. "Top-tier mercenary filth. They followed us through the storm." "They want the bounty," Jack said, checking the load in his heavy pistol. He scanned the misty perimeter, his eyes narrowing. "Let them come. They think this is a hunting trip. They don't realize they just landed in the lion's den."

Hunter gave a small nod, his gaze steady yet unreadable. The joint operation between Hunter’s team and the SWAT unit was a daring mission, aimed at taking down the drug syndicate that had kidnapped Aster. Through their combined efforts, they managed to capture one of the syndicate's leaders. Their victory was another feather in Hunter’s cap—a major case solved yet again. The entire team received promotions for their bravery and skill, marking a proud moment for both the Navy officers and the Astral Guardians.

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.