Crimson Lions Novels & Stories

I knew now Amelia had to be telling the truth, there was some obvious power tousle going on in vampire realm between the cultured vampire royalty and these vampires. There was something about the Vampires that had me in their car, that was so uncultured. Their every move spelled rebellion. LA was a shitty place to be when Christopher Rhinehart rulled, I wondered how it would be with this vampires that didn’t even care the least about discretion and what had the one with a gun said? They were soon going to be all over the country.

The rooftop bar glistened like a glass jewel above the city, suspended between the fog of power and the sky of illusion. Neera stepped out of the elevator into cold air that tasted of tobacco and expensive whiskey, the combination that she once hated but later on learned to just ignore. Her heels clicked against the marble, an unspoken declaration of war in a world of velvet threats. Kieran Renzaro was already there, seated in a booth that overlooked the skyline. A low amber light bathed his features in gold, but the rest of him remained in shadow—calm, composed, unreadable.

as I turn to look at the door, as people begin to flock in, and I reach to grab his hand, as another reinsurance to him that I am here tonight with him as his Luna. One by one the packs began to arrive along with their Alphas and Lunas, all wide eyed with them seeing Crimson’s home for the first time. Thankfully, we were kindly greeted by everyone, and I could feel the tension leaving Urijah, as worry began to dissipate from him, whether he would be accepted by them all.

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

This was a sight that hadn't been seen in the eastern plains for decades. Around the battlefield, various forces occupied mountain peaks, waiting for the battle to erupt. "Look! Warbringer Gate is here!" someone shouted. In the distance, a pride of massive black lions charged across the plains. These lions were three times the size of ordinary ones, their fur pitch black and their eyes glowing green. They bore sharp fangs and radiated power and speed. It was evident from the fierce winds stirred up by their charge and the cracks forming in the earth beneath their paws.

Behind them stood Elandra, Jarek, and the newly loyal Alpha Lennox of the Windmoor Pack. Kael’s voice rang out across the assembly, strong and unshaken. “Brothers. Sisters. The Crimson Fang is no longer a distant rumor. They are at our doorstep. And while our Council bickers over politics and bloodlines, they gather strength. They burn villages. They poison the land. They turn wolves against their own kin.” Low growls rippled through the crowd.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

he finished, his voice tearing through the night with the opening blow of annihilation, “you are the STORM.” Something broke loose. The warriors reacted as one… spines snapping straight, chests swelling, claws scraping against steel. Hunger ignited behind glowing eyes, no longer restrained, no longer patient. It was not excitement. It was recognition. The sound that rose from them was not a cheer, but a low, unified snarl… the sound of predators unleashed. Lucien’s gaze held them, cold and absolute. “Remember who you are,” he growled, each word pressed down like a blade against their throats. “We are the Crimson Blood Pack. Wherever we march, the earth trembles beneath our feet. Wherever we

"Crimson" A voice on the other end speaks "Alpha Crimson this is Luna Natalie from Yellowstone Pack. We were attacked by rogues last night. My mate is critically injured we lost 25 warriors. They attacked around 11 we estimated about 150 of them. They breached and were inside the pack house before we knew it. Can you send help?" Ariana spoke "Luna Natalie my name is Luna Ariana describe your mate's injuries?" She started to cry. "Our doctor doesn't think he will survive he was attacked with silver knives and I was told it was entering his bloodstream."