Crimson Paws Novels & Stories

I could tell they were the makeup artists Aunt Malisa had mentioned, as they entered my room and set several sleek cases beside me. With a soft click, they opened one case, revealing rows of shimmering eyeshadows, blushes in warm and cool tones, and lipstick tubes in shades ranging from soft pinks to daring reds. Brushes of all shapes and sizes lay nestled in their compartments, each one looking as if it could transform someone with a single stroke.

This time, something new had been scrawled at the bottom in black ink: My offer still stands. You know the cost of pride. Her hands trembled. But her jaw set. “Bastard,” she whispered. — Kieran sat in his penthouse, watching the city bleed gold through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He swirled a glass of red wine slowly, eyes fixed on the tablet in his hand. A live feed. Neera, sitting on the edge of her table, reading the contract. He admired her restraint. Most people would’ve signed the moment their brother was in cuffs. But not her. She was fire in a silk sheath.

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.

"That is Mayaki's mate. She used to be Snow Lion's animal. She named her Fure…Blossom. Blossom had pups three days ago." Fure lies on the cold ground with a litter of three pups huddled close to her side. One wolf is grey like his mother, one is brownish-red like her father, and the third is completely white. The third pup has an odd-looking mark on his back, and it almost looks like a scar. While Prince Edmund prepares a slice of meat for his wolf, I look at the pups. I was still scared to step further. He moved close to me and hold my hand, Slightly pulled me closer to have a full look.

Their reputation for fierce battles and unyielding determination preceded them. Amelia's gaze shifted, catching sight of the distant Crimson Peak Pack, with their fiery orange markings representing the fierce determination that ran in their veins. Their pack members were known for their exceptional agility and swiftness in battle. Their presence at the summit signified a potential shift in power dynamics, their aspirations clashing with the established order.

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

The stench of cordite and copper ink still clung to the silk wall coverings of the grand salon, but the blood had been sanitized. Two junior enforcers had scrubbed the parquet floor with industrial bleach, leaving a pale, chemical halo where Enzo Vanni’s head had rested less than twenty minutes ago. Outside, the pre-dawn sky had bruised into a dark, suffocating purple, the storm over Lake Como slowly exhausting its kinetic fury into a thick, low-hanging fog.

"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

Wolves of every size and color filled the hall until fur brushed against fur, paws clattered against marble, and the room itself seemed too small to contain them. The doors were thrown open, and the night air rushed in. They spilled out into the palace grounds, a sea of fur and flame-eyed power. The moon rode high above, silver and solemn, as the kingdom’s greatest ran as one. Paws thundered over the earth, howls split the sky, and the forest itself seemed to bow before the unity of the packs. At the head of them ran Blake and Amara, golden and silver, sun and moon, their bond blazing between them as bright as the stars.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.