Novel & Cerita Crimson Lions

“It’s not what you think. Scarlett’s pack has a major supply agreement with ours. Asides that, Crimson Ridge has direct trade ties to the Lycan Kingdom—rare resources, even diplomatic channels that no other werewolf pack can touch. If all goes according to plan, it’ll be a dealbreaker for Shadowfang. “You need to understand this,” he continued, his tone firm, almost instructive. “I have nothing going on with Scarlett. Besides, I mostly deal with her brother, Declan. She’s just… there sometimes.” So Crimson Ridge has ties to my kingdom, the one whose princess he’d married without ever knowing, and he’s throwing it all away for a shallow alliance with a lesser pack. I raised an eyebrow. “You h

From the shadows of the pillar, Dante’s right hand clenched into a massive, trembling fist beneath his coat. A sudden, white-hot spike of adrenaline surged violently through his chest, a sensation that had absolutely nothing to do with tactical parameters or federal protocols. It was a raw, primitive, and entirely genuine jealousy that hit him like a physical blow. Seeing Leonardo’s fingers touch the bare skin of her back, watching the arrogant heir lean down until his breath brushed her jawline, made the blood roar in Dante’s ears.

The word slammed into me again, the same word Sydney had spat at me like an insult I wasn't meant to understand. "What is a Crimson wolf?" The question tore out of me, desperate, hungry for an answer I'd been denied my entire life. "Crimson wolves are omegas — easy to underestimate, easy to overlook at a glance. But their minds move faster and sharper than any other bloodline that's ever existed. That gift made them hunted." Her eyes didn't leave mine. "They were the rarest bloodline the Makasi Moon Pack ever produced." So I wasn't sick. I wasn't cursed. I was the last surviving thread of something ancient and rare.

“Hopefully that will clear the air.” “We’ll see,” Alaric says. Noel hesitates a moment, glancing at me. Then he says, “CrimsonFang.” Alaric pauses, as do I. The CrimsonFang pack is the most secluded and mysterious of all packs. They value their secrets above all else. A traveler would never claim that pack as their own, knowing they might be hunted both from without and within. For Noel to share this here is an extreme show of trust. Alaric seems to come to that conclusion as well. He sits back in his chair. “Very well,” he says, and we proceed with breakfast. The matter of Noel’s past does not come up again.

The field below, once a holy hunting ground, had become the stage for something darker. They stood at the ridge’s edge. Tristan, flanked by Leandro, Rhyke and Isabella, they all looked down at the army forming beneath them. Wolves of every kind. Most bore the markings of the rival factions, Red Fang, Eagle claw, Black Hollow, and a new crest he didn’t know. Victor had joined them before his fall.

While we may be one of the largest packs, we are not the strongest. Crimson Tide has been at war with the Nightshade Pack for the past five years. The Nightshade pack is a relatively new pack. However, they continually manage to create alliances with other packs in the area, which is why this war has gone on for so long. Each time we think we've finally managed to put the war to an end, Nightshade manages to fight back using the resources of another pack.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"Camilla, you chose your own path. And those wolves… You ruined them yourself. You insisted on using your so-called comforts to strip away their claws. Once they lost their strength, of course, they’d treat you like currency to stay alive. Isn’t that only natural?" Camilla opened her mouth, ready to scream back, but before she could, the three former royal heirs had already stepped forward. They looked at the powerful army of wolves behind me, their eyes filled with jealousy and fear. Knowing they had no chance in a direct fight, the three of them exchanged a glance and made their decision. Without warning, they lunged forward together, targeting Cael at the front. Midair, I saw the glint of

None of them was going to be set free from his hands until he saw them crawling on the floor for mercy. The profit for the CRUZ company got cut by forty percent and even with that loss, the whole staff was worried and they were working tirelessly to develop the image of the company before the statistics grew worse. So a meeting was held and all the leaders in the company were present, while Henry was seated on the chair. "We are going to lose everything if we don't take any action now." One of them said. "Safari company must have been behind all these." Another leader said and there was silence. It might be true but they weren't sure about it. Safari company would gain nothing by dragging th

“The guys who joined our class are Orlo and Dylan. Aren’t their names sexy as well?” “Our guy is Lorcan,” I say, putting more emphasis on the name since I don’t wanna lose the childish competition of which newcomer is more handsome and sexy. “Oh, man! I wanna see him,” Amara giggles. “Speak of the devil and there he is.” Julia rolls her eyes. I glance in the direction since I have already noticed Lorcan as soon as I have arrived at the canteen. Oh? There are other guys and both of them are in black attire. Do they belong to some cult or something? Why are they all in black clothes?