Crimson Rangers Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"...someone older than us." The heavy doors opened once more. Three elite hunters entered. Unlike ordinary vampires, these warriors wore fitted black leather coats rather than ceremonial robes. Each carried twin curved blades across their backs. They knelt. "My Lady." Nysera descended from the platform until she stood before them. "You will travel immediately." "Yes, My Lady." "You will observe." "You will not interfere." "If Crimson Blood has truly awakened..." She paused. "...I want a name." "A face." "And proof."