Novel & Cerita Crimson Paws

clear, empty your thoughts because they will be used against you, now lets shift }} I listened to bones cracking, and watch their bodies stretch and reshape themselves until finally they all stood on all fours looking majestic and magnificent, we all stand their in awe looking at them Jewel and Kavis wolves are similar in color with Kavi being a bit darker, whereas Kai is jet black with gold on his forehead and in his eyes which I believe are due to Anthellis but the king however, his wolf is exactly the same to Jade.

“but there is something else. We found fur which matches the fur the feral left all over Johnny but we found a second donor.” She paused to open on of the pockets in her coat and pulled out a small clear evidence bag. Inside was several strands of golden hair. The way they caught the first rays of the morning sun made them Shimmer like threads of gold or silk. As beautiful as it was, it was unusual as well. Sandy or sable coats weren’t totally uncommon but they were usually mixed with other colours. This had no other colours mixed in. “The feral seems to have gained a friend “ Sierra continued, unaware of the significance of her find. “And I think I know where they are going.”

Shaking his head, he looks at me with his deep green eyes and sighs “Crimson Pack.” “Crimson Pack?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Stories of that pack were true, I had heard about them over the years, The most aggressive wolf pack. They slipped in, overpowered a pack and took them as their own. My ex had told me that much.

~The Crimson Shade Pack~ They were called the Crimson Shade Pack. A small, secretive pack that most dismissed as little more than a myth. Every member wore a long, deep-red cloak, the hood pulled low to shadow their faces. They moved quietly like ghosts slipping between worlds. Their territory sprawled across Hollowpine Marsh, a bleak, fog-choked stretch of land where twisted cypress trees clawed at the sky and pools of black water glistened like oil. The air was damp and heavy with the scent of decaying wood and something metallic; an unmistakable signature of Crimson Shade.

He kept his eyes on the rouge wolves in front of him as he spoke to Peter. “Peter, stay in the car and protect them” Jon said as he shifted. Jon was a sight to see. All the Red Rock Pack wolves were similar in colouring, from the lightest shades of brown to mahogany in colour with each wolf having their black markings on various parts of their body. Owen has black socks on all four of his paws with a deep brown coat and white underbelly fur. Liam’s ears were black tipped while Carrie’s snout right through to her forehead was grey/black. Once you were part of the pack, you would take on some colouring to show which pack you were from.

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

I picture him outside in the snow, coat collar up, not looking back. My chest hurts. He was supposed to protect me, not trade me like a bag of coins. I feel small, alone, cold without his hand, even if that hand only ever hurt. We stop in front of one box. A small lamp on the wall gives dim yellow light. I look at the door. My breath catches in my throat. A crest is carved deep in the wood. Black wolf. Snow around its paws. Stars above its head. The Morozov crest. Even a child knows it. Even I know it.

THE ALPHA BOOK Clara was a little surprised but she was still sure that Crystal couldn't be the princess because it was not possible! While Ramos opened the Alpha book and without even allowing Crystal to say anything, he kept her hand in the book, making everyone curious about the truth. They knew the Alpha book was the most powerful proof as only the alpha bloodline reveals the blood red colour in the book while all the other Wolves get yellow color. "Ramos_" "Shh." Seeing Crystal hesitating a bit, Ramos glared at her to stay still. Seeing his cold eyes, Crystal didn't dare to make any tiny noise or love her hand as everyone's eyes were stuck on that page and her hand.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

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.