Crimson Paws Novels & Stories

Regardless, she waited for me to step away from the crystallised Max before she set to work. Masika placed several candles around Max, then used chalk to draw several strange symbols all connected to the crystal. Once she had finished that, she held out her hand and slit her palm just enough to draw blood. Each drop she put atop the symbol she had drawn. Finally, she shifted back into her true form and plucked a feather from her tail. She seemed to hate this part most of all, however; she continued with the ritual and held the feather near the crystal in her talon. Turning to me, Masika then said, “make a small enough hole so that I can place this on his skin. The ritual needs this touching

For the first time in weeks, I feel peace. But then, as Keegan moves closer, the pup whimpers. Its small eyes flicker open—crimson for just a heartbeat. My breath catches. Crimson. Not Keegan’s shade of gold. Not even close. I freeze. “Keegan…” He sees it too. His expression darkens, jaw tightening.

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

of the Crimson Flame Pack, using sound blasts to disorient enemies. The Gamma in charge of recruitment looked up, frowned, and waved them off. "Under eighteens aren't allowed——" His words cut short. Paisley spun and leaped, steel studs on her boot soles sparking against the ground. Her whip lashed out like a living thing, ensnaring a granite target twenty paces away. Her left arm suddenly shifted, gray wolf fur bristling with veins, wolf claws gripping the whip handle tightly. With a muffled roar, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the rock surface. As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy.

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

Her gaze snapped back to what was in front of her, and her body and joints cracked and reformed till she was standing as a full wolf again. She watched closely, anxiously waiting for the presence to come into sight. A few seconds later, a large wolf's paws walked the earth toward them, its eyes glued firmly on the greenhouse. It was bigger than Kaden's wolf, the same line markings of the True North wolves on its fur, only this time, its eyes were not the regular blue colour. It was deep crimson red, so red it was almost as if it was about to cry blood. Its insanely powerful aura had every wolf in its range stepping out of its way, but those that had granite on their furs weren't spared at al

Crimson let out a sharp, pathetic grunt, stumbling backward into a row of wooden chairs as thick crimson blood instantly sprayed from his nostrils, covering his mouth and chin. He snarled, his eyes flashing a dangerous, bright amber as his inner wolf violently pushed to the surface, and he lunged back at me in a blind rage. We crashed hard into the solid stone wall, a brutal, chaotic scuffle breaking out as the other Alphas jumped out of their chairs to get out of the way. Crimson managed to get a tight grip on the lapels of my jacket, trying to use his weight to throw me down to the floor, but I quickly caught him by the throat, using my momentum to slam him hard against the massive stone p

But her small hands reached for the doorknob, turning it slowly. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the flickering flames of the candle downstairs. Blood smeared the walls, a crimson trail leading to the shattered front door. And then she saw it. A figure loomed in the shadows, its eyes glowing like embers. Its claws dripped with blood, and its growl rumbled like a predator savoring its kill. Lysandra’s legs gave out, her small frame collapsing to the floor. The creature turned to her, its lips curling back to reveal sharp, glistening fangs.

My breath hitched. White Paw had been a small pack with barely a city block of territory. That territory, though, was adjacent to both the Crescent Moon and Lunar Crater packs, who were much larger and notoriously competitive against each other. I’d been in the midst of wedding planning at the time that everything happened, but that didn’t mean I didn’t remember the headlines.

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.