Novel & Cerita Crimson Rangers

Just one more thing for my anger to latch onto. Rhett walked out of a side room, as I passed the reception area. “What's the deal with Hunji and Kolby?” I asked before Rhett could get a word out. I’m sure the expression on my face said it all. I was in no mood to fuck around right now. Rhett got straight to the facts. “Right, so… Kolby came back from Abner Brooks – got into a crash. Hunji found the crash on his way from the Kodiak Kingdom, Crimson disappeared for two days – Hunji had him detained when he crossed into New Moon. He doesn’t trust Crimson, so he wants to hold him here. But.” Rhett scratched his nose. A telltale sign he was apprehensive about something. “and uh… yeah, Crimson is

Jarek’s voice crackled through Kael’s comms device, sharp with adrenaline: “Movement on the western pass. They’re coming.” Kael’s heart thundered in his chest. “Hold your positions. Wait for my mark.” From the western edge of the ridge, dark shapes emerged through the morning haze. The Crimson Fang’s warband appeared like shadows cast in steel and blood. Their leader, a towering Alpha with jagged scars crisscrossing his face, rode at the front atop a massive wolf, his eyes blazing with cruelty. His pack’s banners—a tattered red fang against black—fluttered menacingly in the wind.

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

As expected, the red fairies retreated to their camp. In a distant jungle, three towns away from the blue crystal wolves clan, a man named Tiger was planning a meeting. The goal was to acquire a highly powerful magical amulet from the blue crystal wolves clan. Their intention was to use the amulet's magic to enhance their own powers, aspiring to rule both the wolves clans and the human world. Who are these individuals? Tiger and his group were known as the Night Crawlers. Despite being able to move around during the day, they were pure-blooded vampires with a strong disdain for humans. They didn't hesitate to kill anyone who opposed them.

Rig cursed and runs toward them. "Motherf*ckers!" Klyde squeezed the trigger again and the bullet flew in the air. Rig stomp on his hand, making Klyde let go of the gun. "Sh*ts over for you, Klyde McMarrow." And Collin led him back to the darkness by pounding his head on the ground. Knocking him out for the second time. "Looks like we're a team." Rig uttered to Collin. They tied Klyde on the post where the Hamiltons were earlier.

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

Their glances spoke volumes, wordlessly communicating their mutual distrust and simmering rivalry. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the distinctive patches adorning their vests, or as Krystal would jokingly refer to them as "cuts." Some displayed the emblem of the Gold Vipers, while others proudly sported the insignia of the Devil's Rangers. The contrasting symbols spoke volumes, hinting at a simmering rivalry that hung heavily in the air, fraught with unspoken tension.

The words sent a ripple of unease through the bond. Aldric straightened slightly. “We should talk to your father.” Regina nodded. She had been thinking the same thing. Because if Rafael had targeted her bloodline… Then her father might know why. ⸻ Aldric Crimson Hollow’s Alpha residence stood deep within the forest, surrounded by towering pine trees that whispered softly in the wind. The drive from the hotel had been quiet. Regina sat beside him in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the dark road ahead while the moonlight filtered through the trees.

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.