Crimson Lancer Novelas e Histórias

“There are two differences between you and I.” “I do what is necessary to protect members of this land. Friends and foes alike. But you’re all in it for the power. Secondly, I am a true Crimson, something you can never be. Only a crimson Alpha can sit on the throne without turning to ashes.” “THEN LOOK AT MY PUPILS.” Duncan’s veins bulged from his neck as his eyes shone crimson, similar to Rhaella’s but dimmer. “I almost have the eyes of a crimson. I am almost a crimson. I can sit on the blazing throne without being burnt.”

You’ll get us expelled. She turned her face up at me and smiled then. ‘’Us? The only person that can get expelled is you, I can’t get expelled – I’m no one. Not a member of the Red foxes basketball team or the cheerleading sqaurd, not even a student of Canterbury high.’’ Before I could say anything, she slipped a key out of her pocket and opened the door and then I couldn’t wait to get in and find out what it was she wanted to show me.

“Probably because they don’t want to fight either. They looked too tired. Like they needed help more than a fight. Lyra, do you even know Song Pack’s signature color?” Caught off guard, I shrug. “No. I always thought it didn’t matter. I mean… I grew up a Running River warrior. My mate is Running River. This territory’s unfamiliar. Why would I care about a rival’s colors?” “Silver,” Bram says, with certainty. “Their color is silver.” “That’s… cool? I mean, I’ve always been partial to silver, but what does their banner color have to do with whether it’s safe to be on their land?”

The final red lantern was not just a light; it was a beacon. It burned with a fierce, unwavering crimson glow before a grand pavilion of black and gold stripes, larger and more ornate than any other structure in the carnival. Flags bearing the phoenix emblem snapped in a wind that didn't seem to touch the rest of the grounds. This was the heart.

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

I picture him outside in the snow, coat collar up, not looking back. My chest hurts. He was supposed to protect me, not trade me like a bag of coins. I feel small, alone, cold without his hand, even if that hand only ever hurt. We stop in front of one box. A small lamp on the wall gives dim yellow light. I look at the door. My breath catches in my throat. A crest is carved deep in the wood. Black wolf. Snow around its paws. Stars above its head. The Morozov crest. Even a child knows it. Even I know it.

She looked around. Everyone was waiting. “I don’t know.” It was the first time she had lied. And she hated herself for it. Because she knew that whisper meant something. ⸻ Far from the Ashen camp, the Crimson warrior moved quickly through the forest. He did not stop until the trees became thick enough to hide him from anyone following. Only then did he remove his hood. Riven Nightbane. Second-born of the Crimson Pack. A warrior trained from childhood to obey without question. Except today.