Crimson Hunters Novels & Stories

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Even killing them didn’t hit the churn in me, when in general, it satisfies the spree, and I feel like I emerge newly born again. Orlo takes a deep breath as we three sit on a dark, high landscape, watching the city glow in lights. “I need this level of excitement on missions.” Orlo grins, his fangs extending. Dylan hums, running his hand through his hair. His body language screams he is content beyond his expectations. “Hm…It took me back to when we used to go to hunt together before Lorcan was handed the crown prince's responsibility.” I sit there, staring at a blank space. Both my brothers are happy with today’s hunt.

Disbelief evident in his face. Amy and I exchanged looks. "Why did Hunter give us this address? It couldn't be..." Amy's voice trailed off as she took the paper abruptly from Axel's hand. "It really is in Hunter's territory, but are we even allowed there?" "That's what I've been thinking. The Cruelcrest Hounds Pack is not the type to take just anyone in, especially not a..." Axel stopped himself before he could say it, but I decided to help finish his sentence for him regardless.

“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the key components. In fact, it was spelled out for us in the scrolls King Arman kept hidden.” I look at Crimson. He and Tawny had discovered the folder of documents in the palace wall one night. The discovery had played a major part in their relationship and so had Abner. Crimson sits listening, watching. His yellow eyes all seeing. It was his biological father that set today’s events in motion and it was his mate that beheaded him in one epic blow. No one knew, not even Kolby Crimson himself, the extent of his mystical magical. He was strong, fast, and could shift sizes and colors. He was attracted to magic and magic was drawn to him. Anything beyond

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

He left and headed straight to the address he was given. ■■■ He's certain that he sent chills to that family. Those people got him behind bars, it might be useless and worthless about this action he's planning to take but this is what he wants. He's been taking down every people he had in his past, one by one and that's what satisfy him. That's what rests his soul. And that gives him the title of a Killer. "... a woman identified as Tianna Crueson found at the river of *****, Texas. Police reports said that the autopsy showed that the woman was drowned and some variants of an unknown drug was found..."

” I pause a moment, watching my son closely as his anger appears to grow. “Two nights later the air was filled with screams from the panic, fear and pain of being torn apart. Without warning the Blue Ridge pack had come under attack. I knew immediately that it was a targeted attack as they waited until the alpha and luna were alone before infiltrating. They also did everything they could to kill everyone who attempted to cross over to the Crimson Dawn pack. Fortunately one member did make it through but by the time he made it to me it was too late. Melina Blue was dead, Hunter Blue was in critical condition with a low probability of surviving the night and their three year old twins, Samanth

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.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

I hugged him back, his scent slowly filling my nose and making me feel a little more sure of my choice to reject Jax. We walked around hand in hand looking for anyone who made it through the onslaught the hunters just carried out. I found a few and Loclyn told them where to go to get aid. Seeing him with these people so sweet and kind made my heart skip a beat with joy. Leaving the scene of carnage behind us King Aaron ordered the hunters bodies returned to their plane and the rogues burned. Any supernaturals needing help will get refuge in Crystal Cover and any who have died tonight will receive a proper send off. “This is the start, tonight was quick and easy to get under control, it won’t