Crimson Paws Novels & Stories

Alpha Connor Finley BlackPaw of the BlackPaw pack is starting to have an increasing problem with rogues. They’ve been testing the security fencing around the pack trying to find their vulnerable spots. BlackPaw increased their patrols and brought all pack members closer to the center of town where they had an underground shelter for emergencies. He needed help so he called a neighboring ally, the Shadow Mountain pack that was located about an hour away. Alpha Kelvin Shadow dispatched two squads of his elite shadow warriors to assist the BlackPaw pack.

The silence in the room felt tight and endless, making the silent scream in my own throat even louder. “Alpha Jermain!” roared the Crown Prince, a thunderous explosion that shook the very foundations of the room. He half-shifted, his Lycan wolf partially revealing itself, the air around him crackling with barely contained rage. The menace radiating from him was incredible, a force that made the hairs on my arms stand on end.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Exactly long enough to make her point and short enough to act like she hadn't. "A Crimson wolf," she said. Not really to me. More like she was thinking out loud. "Born to an Omega line. Do you understand how statistically unlikely that is, Tanya?" "I'm a late bloomer," I said. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways." She gave me a look that said she didn't buy the mysterious part. "The Goddess works in genetics. Crimson fur isn't a color. It's a marker. Ancient enforcer blood. The First Pack's war wolves had it. It hasn't shown up in an Omega line in recorded history. Which tells me your bloodline is more complicated than you're letting on."

Flowers are supposed to be light. They are supposed to be beautiful, aromatic, and bright. I am holding lilies and lavender, flowers so large they trump my body and cascade down onto the floor, and I am standing there with my father thinking not on the man at the end of the aisle waiting for me- but how heavy these flowers are in my arms. These flowers remind me of the shackles that have been placed on me by two families I never considered my own. I was a lone person, fighting in my own ocean to stay afloat, and these people, they were all just characters in a play I never wished to be cast in. They were just two families begging to put an end to a violent feud that I was never even part of.

' I snap. 'Well, the strongest pack used to be the Moonstone pack. They have pure white wolves, but they had been wiped out around eighteen years ago, so keep dreaming! Shady Crest is the strongest now, and our wolves are brown, and I have never seen you there. Shadow Crest comes next. Alphas are black, and pack members are grey,' Vanessa explains, smirking at me, feeling victorious. 'So, we already know you aren't from a powerful pack. So, until you're the official Luna, I'm still in the running,' she concludes.

I can’t when I don’t know where the families have gone. ‘I can assure you the families that have left Blue Ridge have done so willingly. I am Alpha Demetri Black, I am the alpha of Crimson Dawn and the alpha working with Delta Jacobs to get these families out of harm's way. My understanding is Alpha Anderson may be killing wolves with pups in order to create orphans to be used as slaves. Is that true?’ ‘I’m sorry alpha, I’ve said too much. I’ve got to go.’ ‘Wait sweetheart.’ She’s completely stiff as she freezes in place. She’s shaking hard but in the chill of the late January night it’s hard to tell where the fear ends and the cold begins.

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Phoebe I had never set foot in Dark Crimson before, and the moment our car passed through its front gates, my whole body tensed. The pack house rose like a dark fortress—nothing like the elegant Silver Claw manor or the clean-lined designs of Thunder Bite. This place felt ancient, heavy… dominant. The building looked as if it had been carved from one giant block of obsidian, with deep red accents running along each pillar like dried blood. The Dark Crimson banner fluttered against the gray sky—black and red, marked by a crowned Lycan sigil.