Crimson Lancer Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

All the guests looked at the sky, especially at the moon, waiting to turn red. Unluckily, Emily was praying that she was pregnant. She was closing her eyes and gripping the edge of her dress. It was almost midnight, and the moon was covered by clouds slowly showing. The alpha’s jurisdiction was chanting, howling, and chirping. Drake maintained his cold aura and expression while looking at the moon. A few moments later, the moon appeared, and its color was crimson red. His people howled and manifested. The Beta called their attention, and Drake poured a drink into his glass, holding Emily’s waist as her eyes went wide.

He noticed it and said, “Grey of Dark Knight, 18. A black belter and master of martial arts. In charge of training new agents and expert in face to face fights. Aikon Advincula outside but just call me Aikon. I’m Stargazer’s bar tender and Polaris’s barista. Hope we can be friends.” “Ai.” JD-hyung muttered as he nodded and shook his hand. Then finally, he turned to Sean-hyung with a smile I can’t explain. Sean-hyung spoke. “Mist of Dark Knight, 18. Number one in handling arnis, chako and sword. The intelligence officer who has contacts anywhere you go. Sean Madrigal but call me Sean. Stargazer and Polaris’s cook.” He stopped and smiled. But instead of shaking his hand, JD-hyung pulled Sean-h

With the exemption of their leader, Mamang Turiya, the tribe did not have any upper or lower castes. All of them considered one another as companions and equals. It was only seven years ago when another Sole, Vermilion catcher and redeemer whose presence were only present every century, was discovered. Her name was Ligaya. She was the hope the Ibawnons had hoped for. The one person in a century who could possibly defeat the Sole of Malignobons. For the past

he shouted. Azrael only laughed at Levi. The two female wolves stood up and began walking. They went back to their base. If you were wondering why Azrael is slacking off and why was she sweating, well they only trained for what’s coming. It has been a week and Azrael has been improving a lot. They finally made a plan on how they could enter the bloody Crimson Crest pack with all those lycans. But just in case they’d screw up, they will need a lot of strength and skills to at least take down lycans. A life for a life. “Round 23!” Lexi announced from afar.

I agreed, watching him closely. “Lucas.” Draven gritted out. “Have you trained the young warriors today?” I stared between them in surprise, wondering what was going on. “No.” Lucas replied. “I gave them the day off so they could join in the festivities. They’ve earned it.” “Crimson Fang is the strongest pack in the whole of North America because we train our warriors and we train them hard.” He raked a hand through his hair. “A day of festivities could cause us to lose years worth of efforts. Do you wish to see that happen?”

Silver Fang Citadel’s gates groaned on their hinges as the dark banner of the Crimson Covenant unfurled against a sky still breaking into dawn. Nyra Duskbane stood atop the ramparts with Ryker at her side and Caelum Varis just behind, the twin daughters in Kaelia’s arms. Their battered host, angels, wolves, demon-hunters, lined the walls, hearts pounding at the sight of fresh legions. “You see them?” Ryker whispered, voice tight. “Thousands of warriors… clad in coilmail that shifts like oil.”