Crimson Rangers Novels & Stories

I knew now Amelia had to be telling the truth, there was some obvious power tousle going on in vampire realm between the cultured vampire royalty and these vampires. There was something about the Vampires that had me in their car, that was so uncultured. Their every move spelled rebellion. LA was a shitty place to be when Christopher Rhinehart rulled, I wondered how it would be with this vampires that didn’t even care the least about discretion and what had the one with a gun said? They were soon going to be all over the country.

Brea’s scream fills the clearing. The clearing degenerates into chaos as some witches turn on their neighbors, catching them unawares as they attack them fatally. Five of the council members attack those nearest to them, taking three council members out of the fight in a matter of seconds. “Dogs!” Green-silver light lashes at some of the traitors, obliteration them into specks of ashes in an instant just as the cursed ones arrives in their hundreds. No comment is given, no questions asked as the two groups attack each other, throwing the clearing into a deeper chaos.

“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?”

"And the Ghost is born. Are you certain about this, Agent? Once you step through those gates, the Bureau cannot pull you out. You are officially an unregistered rogue." "I’ve been a ghost for ten years," Dante replied, his eyes tracing the silhouette of his mother’s face on a burning photograph before it turned to cinder. "Is the Vanni introduction set?" "It is. Enzo 'The Cleaver' Vanni is bleeding thirty million dollars a week because the Marcone family is raiding his northern supply lines. He’s desperate, paranoid, and looking for unlisted muscle. But he will test you, Dante. He’ll want to see if you bleed blue or crimson."

She looked around. Everyone was waiting. “I don’t know.” It was the first time she had lied. And she hated herself for it. Because she knew that whisper meant something. ⸻ Far from the Ashen camp, the Crimson warrior moved quickly through the forest. He did not stop until the trees became thick enough to hide him from anyone following. Only then did he remove his hood. Riven Nightbane. Second-born of the Crimson Pack. A warrior trained from childhood to obey without question. Except today.

“Ghost strikes again.” I just smiled. This wasn’t the first time this happened. This wasn’t even nothing compared to previous encounters with other gangs. I glanced at my crew through the visor’s glare. A familiar warmth creeping into my chest. “This isn’t bad,” I whispered and smiled. “Let’s ride,” I said into the comms. “Hell yes!” We rode through the dark of the night with the moonlight as our guide above and the blinding headlights leading our way forward. “Hey, Ghost!” Tyler screamed as he tried to keep up with my speed. “Did you hear? The Crimson Fangs have begun attacking packs one after another. I heard they’re looking for someone named Raven. Any idea why?”

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

“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

She would face the darkness, confront the legends, and unlock the secrets of the Crimson Zone. With her team assembled, their expertise secured, Riana plunged into preparations, her focus sharp, her determination unwavering. She felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through her veins, a potent cocktail of excitement and fear. The Crimson Zone called to her, a siren song of danger and mystery, a challenge that resonated with the deepest part of her being.

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