Crimson Rangers Novels & Stories

"...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."

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

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

The attackers wore the emblem of the Crimson Pack. "Crimson Pack!" Romeo growled. "They're seeking to exploit our weakness." I clashed with the Crimson Pack's beta, a massive brown wolf. Just as I pinned him down, a piercing howl echoed through the room. The Crimson Pack's alpha, a towering black wolf, emerged. "You'll pay for your pack's arrogance," he snarled. The battle raged on. The Crimson Pack's alpha lunged at me, jaws snapping. I countered, our wolves clashing. Romeo fought off multiple attackers, his movements fluid. The room reverberated with snarls and growls.

* *Night* Garden* Crimson came to the garden just alone, she wanted to spend time with herself, listen to herself, feel free with herself, she has been trying to be strong but everything going on and off makes her feel like why does she always kept on fighting to keep her throne and her title, it's so hard to be a ruler especially when the Moon goddess can't just let you be. She was walking side by side when she saw a shadow, she turned alerted and saw it was Damon, a deep frown was plastered on her face. "And who says that a criminal like you have the audacity to cross my garden? Don't you know that my side is where you can't cross?" Crimson yelled. "Chill Luna, I'm not that bad, I came wi

"Crimson" A voice on the other end speaks "Alpha Crimson this is Luna Natalie from Yellowstone Pack. We were attacked by rogues last night. My mate is critically injured we lost 25 warriors. They attacked around 11 we estimated about 150 of them. They breached and were inside the pack house before we knew it. Can you send help?" Ariana spoke "Luna Natalie my name is Luna Ariana describe your mate's injuries?" She started to cry. "Our doctor doesn't think he will survive he was attacked with silver knives and I was told it was entering his bloodstream."

Every time Raven slammed his fists in anger, she pulled his strings tighter. “This,” she murmured to Tomas, eyes glittering, “is better than television.” Tomas chuckled, though his gaze stayed sharp. “They’re both convinced they’re hunters.” Krystal smirked. “Let them. The truth is, they’re just prey. And I? I’m the one selling tickets to their match.” She sipped her wine, watching as Darren ran faster and Raven plotted harder. It was blood, money, and revenge — all choreographed by her hand. And soon, when both men were too deep in the war to crawl out… she would collect everything.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

She quickly fixed herself, and then they got out of the car together. A dozen armed men and women appeared before them. Each had the Crimson Clan symbol branded on the part of their clothing or tattooed on their body. It was two letter C's surrounded by a thorny and bleeding rose. Even though the guns were not pointed at them, she did not lower her defense. Her eyes were alert, warily scanning the surroundings. They looked like they were in a huge, spacious underground tunnel. There wasn't enough light to see the corners, but she could tell the thick walls were concrete and fortified.

The energy in Rogers Arena was a live wire, 19,000 fans buzzing with a mix of awe and morbid curiosity over the “Vamp Duo” phenomenon. Banners tangled in the rafters: “Thorne Burns Bright” clashing with cheeky “Fangs Out Tonight!” Merchandise flew off shelves faster than a slapshot, even as the league labeled it all “fan fiction.” In the locker room, Alex laced skates with intense focus, fangs retracted, thirst simmering low from Jake’s vein earlier that night. Brody clapped a hand on his shoulder.