Romans & histoires Crimson Rangers

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.

“Yeah, the last thing we need right now is for King to declare war on Cambiador because I ripped Crimson's throat out.” “Uhm, yeah, I don’t think we need to take it that far.” I pause, hesitating to tell her but, in the end, I relent “Crimson says he doesn’t have a spirit animal,” I wait because I want to hear what she has to say before I divulge more information. “That’s impossible,” she queries “We all saw him shift at the battle, you have seen him shift several times, right?” “I have but… he maintains he is not a werecat.”

A collective gasp rippled through the study, the weight of impending doom pressing down on us all with renewed force. “Damn that Jermain!” King Brad bellowed, the force of his fury making the very table tremble beneath his clenched fist. “He has now kidnapped fifteen more she-wolves! Fifteen! From Silver Bow and Blue Moon. Alpha Zenic is beyond himself with grief and unbridled rage, that scumbag has also taken his daughter. Alpha Jack has already mobilized his forces. He stands ready at the border, waiting for Zenic’s command to strike Woodcrest beside him, prepared to unleash a storm of vengeance that will leave nothing untouched.

“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.”

A test. Crystal’s flames lit the treeline, bursts of fire carving through the dark as rogues lunged from every side. She had fought enough battles to know when wolves moved with purpose, when they had been trained… or when they were simply desperate enough to sell their teeth. These ones were sloppy, but numerous. And most telling of all… they wore no sigils, and no pack colors. “Rogues,” Ryder growled, his voice loud as he tore through one, golden eyes blazing. Aiden howled within him, wild and furious. “But too many for chance.”

Not silver. Crimson. And they were smiling.

For the time being, her aunt, Princess Ava prefers to stand among the rangers of the four realms spread at the river bank in their color-coded garments. Princess Aria scans the rangers assembled. Their group stands in an organized fashion vividly with shades of blue, green, white and orange. For this occasion, the rangers wear the colors of their realm and not their ranger clothing. The Princess spots Caspian among the green-clothed rangers. Caspian is looking at her too. Both smile when their eyes meet. Princess Aria is contented with their current relationship. She feels comfortable with it although their status has no label.

He wore identical silver boots to the ones the adjudicator was wearing, and I could see smears of blood on his jacket. "Tyrants?" Tia asked. "Yeah, one of them almost got away though, good thing Jhan was there to take 'em out," He said, "they had an unauthorized clan hunt two weeks days ago, say one of their members even went missing,"—a knot tied in my stomach and I knew if I had something in my stomach I would have vomited it all out—"but we rounded the rest up." "Where is Jhan?" I asked, taking heat off the missing vampire topic.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

"I know, right? Even if this buffoon is a delinquent, he doesn't have any tattoos." "I heard princesses should be trapped in towers." Crimson commented. "Well, you look more like the wicked mother that trapped the princess there." "Please don't ruin the peaceful atmosphere here." I stopped them from fighting again as I sighed. It was annoying, but I'm glad to see that Crimson was back to his normal self. More importantly, here's another person that suddenly gained colors. I really don't get why they're the specific people that have colors. There should be a reason why it's them, but I just don't understand what it could be. I have no idea what their common denominator is.