Crimson Riot Quirk Novels & Stories

Mommy hugged her tightly and I saw my parents whisper something to Sunshine. "Group Hug!'' I don't know who shouts but I immediately run towards precious so I'll be the one to hug her back and not my siblings. I don't know why but Jamison started chanting and we all fucking answered like a moron. "Hep Hep!?" "Hurray!!" "Again! HEP HEP?!" "HURRAY!" "WHO RUNS THE WORLD?!!" what the hell?? "GIRLS GIRLS!" My family's insane. And without any warning a big explosion shook the whole mansion. It literally shakes the foundation of our house.

“Then you can only die!” Tilda moves fast, her aura of darkness rolling as she strikes towards Anna with the intent to kill. Two other women also strike at Anna with death spells at the same instant, catching everyone by surprise. Their attacks are just about to land on Anna when a green shield protects her and binds her attackers, freezing them to the spot. “What’s this about?” Brea’s asks in anger. “How dare you-” her voice catches in her throat. “You damned traitors! Everyone protect yourselves, the cold ones are here!” Brea’s scream fills the clearing.

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

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.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

"The real battle starts now," Kriff growled. Kriff's body radiated an ominous atmosphere. This ability was a type of aura modification. Kriff had changed his common, unimpressive blue aura into a ghastly aura, boosting his power and speed while also bestowing himself with a unique characteristic—the ghost attribute, often known as the shadow attribute. For a brief minute, I was speechless. Kriff was undoubtedly looking amazing and menacing at the time. Given the atmosphere of grey that was all around him, he appeared to be a knight who had emerged from a grave.

"Is exactly what the Council is doing. The question is whether you'll let them, or take control yourself." The enemy forces stopped just outside our enhanced range, their formation perfect. A figure stepped forward—General Morrison, the Shadow Council's military commander, his body showing subtle enhancements that spoke of careful, voluntary transformation. "Students of Crimson Moon Academy," his voice boomed through electronic amplification. "You have been deceived by a dangerous aberration. Aria Blackwood is not your savior—she is a plague, spreading uncontrolled mutation wherever she goes. Surrender her, and you will be treated with mercy. Refuse, and you will be cleansed for the safety o

“I have provided you with my blood, thus with my entire genetic makeup, do with it as you please. But also remember that not all rogues can be redeemed. The antidote works on a very rare set of rogues, those who have yet to give in completely. In other words, the ones who still do not smell like wet dogs.” I watched the interactions among the Alphas and the silent battle of wits going on around me. Half of their discussion went right over my head, but from what I could gather, I think none of them trusted Alpha Krimson. Honestly, he did kinda give off that power-hungry tyrant kind of vibe, but who was I to judge other people? I was practically just a lab-rat, who was being experimented on.

Crimson was also having his fare share of battle against the forces of darkness and his fate, unlike that of Spartan, appeared to be sealed. Whiro had corrupted his mind with images of Violet’s death except instead of showing him how she died, the god was the one killing her in his mind. Crimson had watched the god literally suck out Violet’s soul from her body until it had turned dark, shrivelled and lifeless. Whiro was then about to do just that to the speedster. They were all surrounded by Amaroks as the Legion of Death was about to destroy them all. Hermes had been paralyzed by snake venom and his ultra healing abilities were not doing him any good at the moment. This had weakened his st