Crimson Squad Novels & Stories

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

Behind them stood Elandra, Jarek, and the newly loyal Alpha Lennox of the Windmoor Pack. Kael’s voice rang out across the assembly, strong and unshaken. “Brothers. Sisters. The Crimson Fang is no longer a distant rumor. They are at our doorstep. And while our Council bickers over politics and bloodlines, they gather strength. They burn villages. They poison the land. They turn wolves against their own kin.” Low growls rippled through the crowd.

“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 recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

The performances from the cheerleaders lasted over thirty minutes, and once they finished, the loud trumpet in the arena sounded again, and the jumbotron flickered on, displaying the updated rosters for the relay game. THE CRIMSON CRUSHERS (RED TEAM) . Prince Leon (Anchor) • Prince Consort Fernandez • Beta Female Rina • Lord Julian • Lady Celeste THE MEAN GREENS (GREEN TEAM) . Dominic (Anchor) • Princess Elara • Beta Tristan • Baron Hayes • Countess Elodie “I can’t believe they are making them run through a snowball pit, and I am glad that I am not a part of this,” I whispered, checking the settings on my camera as I slid back into my role as the photographer for this round.

“Miles is an idiot.” Following the war with the shadow pack, the six-pack alliance’s army, aptly named the ‘security squad’, started sending teams off on missions to track down and eliminate splinter groups that formed from remaining shadow pack loyalists. Miles and I both applied to be included in the next mission, but he narrowly missed making the cut and he’s been salty as fuck ever since. He’s officially next in line for the mission if someone drops out, hence his ask in the bet we made.

Liam asked, his voice calm and casual, If he was going to help them, he needed to know who he was dealing with. Ethan glanced up from his father, turning to face Liam. “They call themselves the Crimson Vipers,” he said, his voice heavy with a sense of defeat. “They’re one of the most powerful crime organizations in the city.” He sounded utterly dejected as he spoke. The weight of that name was bearing down on him. He knew all too well how powerless his family was against the Crimson Vipers. It was this helplessness that made him sound so defeated, as if just uttering their name drained the fight out of him.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

Cristine ordered. "My companions' condition was a little complicated, so take the doctors up to the roof, and make sure everyone keeps quiet," she said. Cristine questioned Black Ace's silence. Cristine was accustomed to watching the losing team make fun of the winning squad in order to feel better. If there is a conspiracy, she has suspicions. Cristine kept an eye on every Black Ace member. Some of the members appeared innocent, but you wouldn't know it from the way they killed. Cristine just continued to ignore Ellain's persistent knocks on the door. She no longer desires to involve others. The threat to her and her people increased as the attackers gained more handles.