Crimson Paws Novels & Stories

• “You love Crimson, that was not part of the deal.” Alexis asked annoyed. “It was just a word of mouth.” Alpha Zaid answered. “Better.” Alexis replied. * The next day. Crimson was excited to try her new horse, it’s awhite female horse that look so beautiful. Alpha Zaid met her at the field. “Seems like you didn’t miss your training today.” Alpha Zaid said. “Yeah, I didn’t.” Crimson replied.

Brianna sneered. Growling in exasperation, the Alpha wolf then ordered its pack members to retreat and leave the man behind. "Don't think that you're lucky. The Crimson Pack is notorious for being vicious and cruel to rogues," it said as it caught up with its pack. The man's pupils are dilated after hearing it. ***

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

A tiny brown pup with a white circular patch on its forehead looked up at me in dismay, its soaking wet fur sticking to its body, along with sand and all kinds of dirt that would be a pain in the butt to clean off. Chuckling at his sorrowful expression, I knelt down to pat his little head. “What’s the matter? You weren’t allowed to play in the sea?” Another whine told me that indeed, that had been the scenario. Looking forward, I saw two wolves rushing through the waves. The bigger wolf with dark brown fur and black patches and a smaller wolf with complete black fur. The waves were high, but I wasn’t worried. Cameron would never let anything happen to his precious princess.

And before we knew it, three beautiful new wolves stood before us. Parker and Carson both had blond wolves like their dads. Parker’s wolf had white socks and a white-tipped right ear. Carson’s wolf had a white chest and his left ear had a patch of white as well. Jordyn’s wolf was pitch black with blue undertones that shimmered under the moonlight. “Aren’t you gorgeous, sweet girl!” Cary nuzzled her cheek to cheek when she trotted over to him. Even her wolf was a daddy's girl. The boys were busy nipping at each other playfully but soon came over to brush against us in a bid for attention. I ran my hands over their soft fur and marveled at their beauty. Raven sighed contentedly in my head with

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the amber runes flaring, the ground within the ring trembling, Crimsonborn wraiths rising from the frosted clay, their forms coalescing into shadowy, blood-frosted figures, their eyes glowing amber, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the hollow’s wind howling louder, the pool’s ice cracking, the obsidian stones’ runes pulsing faster, the Crimsonborn’s whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Crimson Hollow a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching a new chapter, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of blood a chilling promise, the pack’s

Crimson Moon Pack was known for having many prisoners, snakes who had slithered through their land, rogues, dangerous wolves, disobedient people gotten from the other packs they had attacked and taken over to enlarge their pack. Of course, that was why it was the largest and most feared pack in all of America. They had almost 5 thousand werewolves in the pack and a huge territory consuming half of the forest if not more. Their warriors and pack control patrollers were the best, huge, well trained and lots of them. They had captured a lot of people and went for blood and power, being led by Alexander Gray, Lexus' grandfather. It was risky knowing that every one of them, if they had escaped, w

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV

n "I am Alpha Finlay of the Crimson Paw's pack in Easton, Alpha of Alphas, so yes, my claw bruise can be poisonous to non-werewolves like yourself and your brother." Finlay managed to reply because Draco's poison was making it unable for him to breathe properly. He couldn't even see straight, his vision was blurry and his wolf was fighting against the venom from traveling to his head and killing him.