Crimson Squad Novels & Stories

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.

~The Crimson Shade Pack~ They were called the Crimson Shade Pack. A small, secretive pack that most dismissed as little more than a myth. Every member wore a long, deep-red cloak, the hood pulled low to shadow their faces. They moved quietly like ghosts slipping between worlds. Their territory sprawled across Hollowpine Marsh, a bleak, fog-choked stretch of land where twisted cypress trees clawed at the sky and pools of black water glistened like oil. The air was damp and heavy with the scent of decaying wood and something metallic; an unmistakable signature of Crimson Shade.

Arnold shouted. I knew he's right. Every killer in Crimson pack has been carefully selected. They have been put into a group of thirty people in a killer camp for training since they were little wolves. When they are close to adulthood, the Crimson pack will let them fight each other until there are only ten people left, and these ten people can truly become warriors. My eyes were fixed on the eight muscular massive wolves in front of me. They were truly killing machines. "Kylian!" I shouted through mindlink.

he finished, his voice tearing through the night with the opening blow of annihilation, “you are the STORM.” Something broke loose. The warriors reacted as one… spines snapping straight, chests swelling, claws scraping against steel. Hunger ignited behind glowing eyes, no longer restrained, no longer patient. It was not excitement. It was recognition. The sound that rose from them was not a cheer, but a low, unified snarl… the sound of predators unleashed. Lucien’s gaze held them, cold and absolute. “Remember who you are,” he growled, each word pressed down like a blade against their throats. “We are the Crimson Blood Pack. Wherever we march, the earth trembles beneath our feet. Wherever we

Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost. Valerie, ever the wildfire wrapped in silk, hummed quietly beside me, one hand resting on her holster, her other playing with the end of her braid. I wasn’t sure if the hum was to calm herself or to taunt Death. The bodies were waiting for us, strung like grotesque ornaments on the rusted iron fence, a chilling welcome from whatever bastard thought this would scare us. They failed. But that didn’t mean it didn’t piss me off. Three corpses, mutilated beyond recognition. Faces slashed and peeled back, skin branded with crude symbols, symbols that made my stom

Aldric’s hand found hers instinctively, his grip warm and steady. The bond flared with protective intensity. “He won’t get near her,” Aldric said firmly. Marcus studied him carefully. “You’re her mate.” “Yes.” The Alpha of Crimson Hollow nodded once. “That helps.” Regina blinked. “How?” “Blood Moon wolves are strongest when bonded,” Marcus explained. “The connection stabilizes their power.” She looked down at her hand still clasped in Aldric’s. The bond pulsed warmly. “So the mate bond…” “…may have awakened your abilities faster,” Marcus finished.

I pressed it against my palm and spoke into my earpiece. "Crimson Moon warriors. Move in." Dozens of black SUVs poured into the street. Warriors in tactical gear, silver-edged weapons holstered at their hips, dropped out and surrounded the Silvercrest pack house. Three military-grade off-roaders rolled up behind them with silver-net cannons mounted on the roofs. It was Crimson Moon Pack's full deployment formation, top of the line. Lucien froze for a second. His brow pulled tight. "Nora. Are you out of your mind?"

He nodded. Just then, one of my omegas approached us. “We have a problem, alpha.” “What do you mean by that?” I stood up and focused on him. “The Crimson Pack is here in our university with their alpha.” I wrinkled my brows. “What? How the hell were they able to get inside the university? Aren’t we in maximum security when it comes to those packs?” I said, while walking outside to stop them from what they planned to do. “It is still in maximum security but they went here as members of the baseball team.” He explained. “There’s a match game tonight with our school and against their school.”