Crimson Paws Novels & Stories

Authorgod varnished? *SNAP!* Dina ♡ Paws

~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.

she ended in a voice much stronger than I had expected. Xander looked away, a tick in his jaw. Unlike other packs, The Crimson Phoenix Pack always had a predestined Luna, born with a red phoenix shaped birthmark on her upper arm. Whosoever was Alpha of the Crimson Phoenix Pack would automatically develop a matebond with the chosen Luna.

Zach sighed as we unwrapped our arms from each other and slid out of bed. I chuckled "I'm not lucky because I'm a girl. I'm lucky because I'm a girl born into this pack. I heard that in some other packs, especially the biggest one in this state - the Crimson Claw pack - that the females train with the males" Zach nodded as we walked out of his room hand in hand "Yeah, I heard it too. My dad has been there a few times and he said the Crimson Claw pack is the most feared and remarkable pack in the state. Despite the fact that they suffered a huge tragedy about two years ago, they've managed to bounce back and even double their population"

He is very good at pretending. I am also very good at pretending. We would be terrible for each other. Tyra almost smiled. Fifteenth of March. His name is Aldrian. I found that out by accident. Someone called it across the market and he turned and I saw his face properly for the first time and I thought oh. Oh that is a problem. He has gold eyes. I have never seen gold eyes on a wolf before. Most of them are amber or brown. His are gold. Proper gold. The kind that catches light and throws it back.

Crystal walked at Ryder’s side, still human, her fingers brushing his thick fur as they left the courtyard. Aelira stirred in her chest, urging her forward, reminding her that fire and wolf were both part of her. * The Road, Borders* Paws struck damp soil, claws scraped against stone, and the occasional caw of a raven cut through the stillness. The trees stood tall on either of their sides, leaving a narrow path at the center. Crystal walked beside Ryder, Aelira pacing strong within her. Still, her wolf was restless. Something stirs, Aelira whispered.