Novel & Cerita Crimson Lions

I thought I knew everyone, at least from the face, but I was pretty sure I had never seen that woman before. “So she did come, after all,” Duncan murmured, handing me some apple juice, which almost looked like champagne in that elegant glass. “They are the Crimson, darling.” “Oh.” “She refused to come to these events for years, but now she even brought the kid,” he said, easily changing our conversation to our mindlink. In a room full of werewolves, you could never know who hears what. “That woman is Liz Montalvo, Luna and current leader of the Crimson pack. The boy beside her is her son, Lucas Montalvo, future Alpha of the Crimson,” he explained, nodding towards the boy.

The Dark Crimson banner fluttered against the gray sky—black and red, marked by a crowned Lycan sigil. The scent of Lycans hit me the second I stepped out of the car. It’s all thickness like a mist clinging to the skin. Their warriors stood in perfect rows—huge, stoic, sharp-eyed. Their gaze carried respect, but not warmth. Zion automatically stepped half a step in front of me, protective instincts rising like a shield. Hayden scanned the area with his usual stone-cold expression. Finley… poor Finley smelled faintly of nerves; even I could pick it up.

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

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."

“This doesn’t feel like King Brad’s command. This feels different.” A terrible, suffocating silence descended over the clearing as the Lycans finally emerged into full, terrifying view, rows upon rows of hulking, powerful warriors, their forms massive and imposing, their silver-tipped fangs gleaming menacingly beneath the indifferent moonlight. Their collective presence was overwhelming, a suffocating force that pressed down on the very air, promising only utter devastation. And then, emerging from their disciplined ranks like a storm given sentient form, was the Crown Prince himself.

She wondered if she would be the only one allowed upstairs if Hailey were ever to have a party at her place. They walked to a room full of people, and Chloe realized that when he was talking about his friends, he didn't just mean the usual Zach, Dana, and Zoe, but some of the people from the football team, and their girlfriends. The football guys were five in number so there were five girls with them. Three of them sat on a long couch, with their girlfriends beside them, one sat on a loveseat with his girlfriend in his lap and the other beside Zoe, his girlfriend in his lap as well. "Huh, everyone meets Chloe, and Chloe meet Dean, Eric,” Liam said, pointing at the people sitting with their g

Opening up my phone, I gazed upon an image Uncle Marc had forwarded to me. "His name is Damarc Susie. He loves clubbing a lot, and his favorite clubbing spot is at the Crimson Lounge. That's where you're going to find him. You have only tonight to bring me his head, Dominic. Do well not to disappoint," he said, and I left a nod, watching Uncle Marc leave after. My gaze returned back to the image of the man, "Damarc Susie." Maybe this was a test, a step up in my aims to reach greater heights, more than Uncle Marc. I'm sure he must have done something worth more than death for Uncle Marc to give me his name.

He nodded. Just then, one of my omegas approached us. “We have a problem, alpha.” “What do you mean by that?” I stood up and focused on him. “The Crimson Pack is here in our university with their alpha.” I wrinkled my brows. “What? How the hell were they able to get inside the university? Aren’t we in maximum security when it comes to those packs?” I said, while walking outside to stop them from what they planned to do. “It is still in maximum security but they went here as members of the baseball team.” He explained. “There’s a match game tonight with our school and against their school.”

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....

An older man then walked onto the stage and the room went quiet and all attention went to him. “I would like to start off by saying how honored I am to be hosting this year’s Mating Ceremony here at Crimson. This year is a very special year for my mate and I as our son will not only be taking the reins as the new Alpha, but he has also chosen a mate to stand beside him as his Luna, and the elders have graciously approved of this union.” The Alpha of the Crimson pack said, and everyone began to clap, and Alpha Liam pulled me in closer to him and I leaned my head against his chest praying that the elders would also accept our union.