Crimson Lions Novels & Stories

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.

Before I could respond, a commotion erupted near the entrance. A small group of elders entered, faces grave. My stomach tightened. Jaron stood immediately. “What is it?” he asked. One of the elders bowed slightly. “Alpha. Scouts report movement beyond the eastern ridge. Not rogues.” “Who, then?” The elder hesitated. “Speak.” “They bear the mark of the Crimson Crest.” A chill swept through the ward. The Crimson Crest were not a rogue band. They were an organized rival pack. And they had not crossed into our territory in over a decade.

Every time. His signature initials—B.C.—plus his black and red color scheming ways was how my paper had decided to coin him Black Crimson, which I personally thought they could’ve done a better job of, but now that he’d been Black Crimson for so many months, the very name had become synonymous with extracting a big, dreamy sigh from me. Because seriously… Black Crimson. (Yes, cue the sigh there.) I thought of him as this wild, unobtainable unicorn of a creature. The man was simply a legend.

Alexis waited like forever to hear what crimson have for her because she knows what her smirk is saying. "Well, I just ordered for a fertilizer farm to open where animals will be rear there, and whenever they defecate, it is your duty Alexis to store the shits for us and since you are so brave to take over the pack, I'm sure you don't need anyone's help In storing the shits for us." Crimson exclaimed and smirked, her eyes fixed on Alexis, Alexis looked like she will explode.

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

“No one will stand by and do nothing while his mate is disrespected. You wouldn't stand for it either.” “You expect me to apologize to that…thing?” Alpha Collins glared hard at the two alphas who were asking to do something humiliating. “Yes,” they both said, nodding. “Not while I am…” “I heard the Crimson Claw Pack warriors are leaving too,” Alpha Justin said, interrupting Collins mid-sentence. “All of them,” he emphasized. Alpha Collins paused. Color drained from his face, the words hitting him hard. The Crimson Claw Pack was a warrior pack and had always lent its warrior to packs that needed help. It was the reason Collins had thought of giving his daughter to Dante as compensation for de

The ledger was secretly transcribed and hidden by his mother when she was his father's mistress, in order to protect herself. With the ledger in hand, he threw in his lot with the Lupos, aka the Jackals, the city's most brazenly rising family, notorious for their cutthroat tactics and disregard for honor. The Jackals were led by Carlo Lupo, a ruthless man whose name carried weight in every corner of the underworld. Carlo found Sebastian's pledge intriguing. He offered him shelter and a modest rank, allowing him to operate under the Lupo name in his schemes. At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

Since then she has been after the cursed ones with a vengeance, leading the nighthawks into majority of their battles. “We got information of cursed ones sightings from one of our covens and Oniko has gone first with the red matron and others,” Damola explained. “I’ll be taking you there now, it’s time you saw for yourselves what we are up against.” I was going to battle! My eyes widened, and my heart began to race fast. Damola brought out a brown feather. “You know what this is?” I stared at the feather in her hand. Although I sensed magic on it, I saw nothing else. “A feather?” I stated the obvious.

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her