Crimson Rangers Novels & Stories

I take a moment to gather my thoughts as this is certainly a change in events that I didn’t expect to happen. “What do you think of Alpha Black and the Crimson Dawn pack?” Every pack has rumors about them. Most of the time those rumors are made up to make the pack sound like they’re a bunch of bad asses so certain wolves end up desiring the pack while others stay away. Sometimes, like the rumors of Red Fang, they end up true.

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m

Chapter 15 Aurora stood frozen behind the old garage. Her heart thudded against her ribs as Liam handed over the thick envelope to Roman Crane. She’d heard of him before. Everyone had. Roman was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about. Cold. Dangerous. Leader of the Crimson Sons biker gang. The kind of man who could have someone killed just by blinking. And now, she was standing five feet away from him. Roman’s eyes locked on hers. “She’s not part of the deal.”

Alpha Charles asked while the pack rose to their feets and gritted their teeths at the words that were about coming out from Brenda's lips "It's the Crimson Hunters, the most deadliest among all, They are back!" . . THE CRIMSON TOWER Mr Glamora Verah, The leader of the Crimson Hunters sat on a Swivel Chair and rested his back on it. He had a huge Cigarette Wrapped in his lips while he smiled at the huge smoke that popped out of it. Seconds wavered and the door opened and about a handful of Men tumbled Into the House while they lowered their head in shame. Mr Glamora Verah who received quite a pleasure both from his Cigarette and from the ladies that sat around his torso frowned his face afte

A trap. The charges were holding up. Every shred of evidence tied Nathan’s name to the operation. His fingerprints. His emails. Surveillance footage. It was air-tight. Too air-tight. And Neera knew better than anyone — airtight cases were the messiest ones of all. Because real criminals made mistakes. This? This was curated. She opened her laptop. Searched again. Kieran Renzaro. Still no concrete criminal record. No legal paper trail. Just whispers. Rumors. And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled.

The sound of car doors slamming barely registered over the growls and gun fire. Then, everything happened too fast. Men dressed in black tactical gear emerged from the vehicles, moving with military precision. Azrael’s sharp eyes caught the movement too late. "Crimson!", Azrael shouted as his voice was filled with alarm as he shot down another rogue and turned toward her. Before he could reach her, two men grabbed Zafira and wrenched Raffy from her arms. She screamed, kicking and struggling as her voice was piercing through the chaos. "Azrael!".... "Let go of me!".

I glanced out of the window every once in a while, watching the buildings going by and people going about their business, completely unaware of the creatures that threatened their very existence. We headed out of the city and drove deep into the Rocky Mountains until we were at the gates of the werewolf compound. The guards quickly opened the gate to let us in and we drove for another half an hour down the road, passing houses and businesses until we got to the pack house. Crimson Fangs Pack was one of the largest packs in North America, and one of the most feared. Their bloodline was old, dating back to when wolves were first created. We pulled up outside of a large mansion, guards armed wi

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."