Crimson Paws Novels & Stories

Then everything was silent. The remaining creature held the side of its muzzle with a paw-like hand, licking the blood away with its tongue. It was covered in wounds and scratches, and tried to calmly clean itself, small shards of broken glass clinging to its fur and glittering in the pale moonlight. Crimson had been trying to keep very still, but as she placed her hand down, to shift to a more comfortable position, the floorboards creaked and the creature sharply turned its head towards her, fixing her in a calm, level gaze, almost as if it hadn't realised she had been there at all.

Finally, once I have finished explaining things, Ra says, “this is the strangest request. To aid one of fire dragon blood so that his ice dragon boyfriend might be reborn… all the while giving those annoying fire-flies the blood they had wished for.” The phoenix race has never really been fond of the Spirits, though they understand the nature of things as well as any of us do. Ra takes a moment to consider things again and paces in front of me. I watch in silence for a short while, before I say, “as the new God of Annwn, I can sweeten the deal if you desire? I am serious in my love for Max that I will do anything you demand in return for your assistance.” Ra rubs at his golden-bronze chin th

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.

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

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

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.

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.