Crimson Rangers Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was called Rem. As for the last two, I couldn’t stop the look of disgust that washed over my face. They were what their race called Ancient Ones. The red-haired one named Rakesh was nothing special, but his powers and abilities were waning, while the other… he was an interesting one. His name was Kayden, and he had Hunter blood, though was no longer a half-breed and was now a fully fleshed Ancient One.

Before I could respond, a commotion erupted near the entrance. A small group of elders entered, faces grave. My stomach tightened. Jaron stood immediately. “What is it?” he asked. One of the elders bowed slightly. “Alpha. Scouts report movement beyond the eastern ridge. Not rogues.” “Who, then?” The elder hesitated. “Speak.” “They bear the mark of the Crimson Crest.” A chill swept through the ward. The Crimson Crest were not a rogue band. They were an organized rival pack. And they had not crossed into our territory in over a decade.

Elderly survivors hunch over small fires, their hands trembling as they grind medicinal roots into paste. Children chase each other with sticks, but the moment they spot us walk in, they scatter, avoiding us like we’re monsters. ‘Their eyes…’ Grimm adds as I tilt my head to look around. Sure enough, the warriors all have crimson eyes, and it seems everyone here does too. They’re all Crimson Born. Women carry bundles of dried meat and firewood. Their eyes dart toward us, whispering to one another while holding their children close. Some people leave their homes just to watch us walk by, like we are dogs being paraded around for a show.

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

CRIMSON “Do you know the story of the bloody werewolf rogue that was killed by his alpha? Do you know about that rogue that was hated by all of his pack and all the other packs that no one wanted him at all? Are you familiar with the story, child?” an old woman asked me while giving me a serene smile on her lips.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

When I was at the training house, they didn’t like us allowing out wolves out as it could cause a fight between other Omegas trying to prove who was the best. Crimson was exactly as her name sake. She was a crimson red, now where near as big as the men but that was usually the case with werewolves. Her eyes were a dark orange but flashed red every now and again. We are forced to the backs of our minds while our wolves take over and run freely around the pack grounds. We head further into the forest surrounding the pack and come across a waterfall. Zev POV