Crimson Lancer Novelas e Histórias

Crimson said as she detached herself from her brother, her voice almost in tears. Jorkallun wiped his tears off his eyes. "I am not crying anymore." "I can't believe this is you Crimson." Jason voice brought the red haired girl gazes at him. Unlike Jorkallun who got red eyeballs, Crimson eyes were that of a Lava. "Jason." She whispers and Jason left his position to meet her, he hugged her tightly, Crimson return the hug. He was there when Jorkallun had announced the birth of his sister, he watches as she grows up into a beautiful girl and a warrior. He took her like his sister and had cried for almost five years when he heard of her death.

“All students proceed to the main gym, now!” °°°°°°°°°°°°° The wide enormous gym was filled with vibrant colors of things decorated in the whole gym, flowers and the like. These things were complemented on the color of the uniform of what the students wearing. The Black, the crimson, and the emerald. Black for Owls of Academe Department, Crimson for Phoenixes of Art and Entertainment Department, and Emerald for Snakes of Sports Department. All students are standing on column, corresponds to the line of their sections. They are in strictly in silence while facing the massive stage where all professors and the headmaster of the school, seated. Likewise, where the 5 students in white uniformed,

Scarlet exclaimed as she covered Lilac's eyes. "Bite me, princess." Crimson replied as he stood in front of the air conditioner. "It's too hot to wear something like this." I sighed and sat down next to Crimson. "You guys really never get tired of fighting, do you?" "Princess is just too sensitive." "I heard that!" Scarlet interrupted us. Crimson sighad loudly and put his shirt back on. "So, how was it?" He asked as he looked at me. "You guys were really cool." I replied. "Still, it's hard to believe that the Crimson from the stage earlier and the Crimson right now are the same person. I wish you were always that refined."

Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, girl. Get any angrier and you’ll be as crimson as my nails,” Navin spoke…and wiggled her fucking fingers in my face. “I got them done just before we left to come here. I wanted yellow, but I figured Soaré would be wearing the color.”

"I, Jason Crimson, Alpha of Crimson Moon pack, accept you Ariana Harrison, as my mate!"

And even more-so, to have the town’s Alpha take mercy on me. Alpha Matteo is the leader of the Crimson Storm pack; he’s the one who rules over this little town and I am fortunate enough to call him and his Luna friends of mine. I would have been completely lost without their kindness and I am thankful to the Goddess every day for placing me in the right town.

The one who quietly protected our Lycan Clan from attacks or outsiders. I was a fighter. No, not was. Am. I am a fighter, and I don’t give up. I was given a gift, a gift so dark and powerful I had been afraid to use it for fear that it would consume me. Peering over Crimson's shoulder, I see Tobias and Lyric fight against the Zombified dark soldiers, I look past them to see my mate. My heart stops and I hold my breath, gripping Crimson's forearms I watch, almost in slow motion, Lamia hit back at the towering god. Kellen works with her striking blow after blow as they move around him, attempting to distract his attention and leave him open and vulnerable.

Arnold shouted. I knew he's right. Every killer in Crimson pack has been carefully selected. They have been put into a group of thirty people in a killer camp for training since they were little wolves. When they are close to adulthood, the Crimson pack will let them fight each other until there are only ten people left, and these ten people can truly become warriors. My eyes were fixed on the eight muscular massive wolves in front of me. They were truly killing machines. "Kylian!" I shouted through mindlink.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

Each of them knew the truth: this night would decide everything. When they reached the ridge, Lyra dismounted and looked down into the valley below. There, stretching like a wound across the land, lay the Crimson Lake — its waters glowing faintly red under the moonlight. And standing on its shore, a dark cloak billowing in the wind, was Lucian. Her heart clenched. It had been months since she’d last seen him in flesh months since his betrayal, his fall, his death-that-wasn’t. But even from this distance, she could feel him. The same pull that had haunted her dreams now tugged violently at her chest.