Novel & Cerita Crimson Lions

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

When they all heard a deafening roar. “What. The. Hell. Is. That.!?” Councilmen Harris asked in shock, as the biggest lion they have ever seen raced towards the building with a woman on top oh him screaming at the top of her lungs like she was riding a horse and the other women were all hugging each other hanging on for dear life. But what was more shocking was all the half-shifted wolves running alongside him heading into towards the building. With a dragon trailing behind them all. “It’s the Crystal Moon pack they have come for their pups.” Elder Chan said, as his heart raced. Things just got an even worst. He now had to make sure that they found the pups before Alpha Crystal find his pups

I take a moment to gather my thoughts as this is certainly a change in events that I didn’t expect to happen. “What do you think of Alpha Black and the Crimson Dawn pack?” Every pack has rumors about them. Most of the time those rumors are made up to make the pack sound like they’re a bunch of bad asses so certain wolves end up desiring the pack while others stay away. Sometimes, like the rumors of Red Fang, they end up true.

But Crystal wasn’t fazed at all, in fact, she dragged Antony once again to another animal, this one being a lion’s den. She literally ignored Antony’s words of disagreement before Crystal herself leaned on the guide rails to look over at the Lion’s den. It was notable that the lions weren’t easy to tame, their strong jaws ripped a piece of meat apart and chewed on it vigorously. The meat was from one of the staff who probably threw that in the den to feed the feral creatures. “Hey—don’t lean too much, you might fall.” Antony spoke, his voice sounding strict but to no avail, the woman leaned further on the rails in an attempt to get a better picture of the famished creatures with her phone.

This wasn’t just about defending our pack anymore—it was about convincing others to join us in a fight they didn’t want, a fight they were desperate to avoid. But there was no avoiding it. Adrian had made sure of that. Our first stop was the Crimson Claw pack, a group known for their strong warriors and fierce loyalty. We needed them on our side, but as we approached their territory, I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that hung over me. Would they listen? Or would they turn us away like so many others had in the past? Leo and I were greeted by their Alpha, a grizzled man with a scar running down the side of his face. His expression was wary as he looked us over. “What brings you here, Leo

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet