Novel & Cerita Crimson Squad

Montiel offer her a position as the leaders of the Black Coral Squad. The Black Coral squad was a group of people trained to be assassins. They had a lot of tasks to do, but one important one was to infiltrate and extract vital survivors. This squad has been famous in the underground organization. I knew Dominique’s grandfather was one of the head leaders of that group. This group was an extension from the organization I worked.

It's good since it keeps them on their toes and in tip-top shape. Gamma Theo is explaining that we will be divided into three teams Red, Green, and Yellow, we are at traffic lights now, and I laugh internally. Each team will have 15 members and 1 team leader. It's the luck of the draw, and each name that gets pulled will go to either one of the teams. Finally, my name got called, and I was on the red team. I guess red is one of my favorite colors, and it matches part of my outfit today. Now Jason, Crystal, and Marcel (top place Elite, Alpha, and Luna guard, respectively) take a turn picking up the team's colors. As I said, my lucky day cause I was in group red with Crystal, the Alpha Guard a

Nakangiting pagpapaunlak ko at inalalayan si Crimson papasok sa entrance ng venue. ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

When she learned that they were expecting a special guest, her first thought was to look for her partner. Crimson Moon's Alpha Roger is the vilest, terrible, and savage pack. He is just as harsh as his pack, and he has no patience for bullshit. Ever since he started working and watched his friends and family meet their match, he has seen the utter beauty in it, and he has resolved to find his mate at any costs.

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.

Peony, I vow to restore your happiness so that you will spend the rest of your life with me forever. I closed the door to the room behind me, coincidentally meeting two omegas in the hallway. "Assist Miss Crimson to get dressed. Then escort her to my office." "Yes, Alpha." I watched out the window. In the front yard, two black SUVs were parked and waiting. The search team took turns loading equipment and weapons into the trunk. We didn't know what we would be dealing with because the mortal world was neutral territory. Supernatural and human creatures were blending in. We needed to be careful without showing our fangs.

Opening up my phone, I gazed upon an image Uncle Marc had forwarded to me. "His name is Damarc Susie. He loves clubbing a lot, and his favorite clubbing spot is at the Crimson Lounge. That's where you're going to find him. You have only tonight to bring me his head, Dominic. Do well not to disappoint," he said, and I left a nod, watching Uncle Marc leave after. My gaze returned back to the image of the man, "Damarc Susie." Maybe this was a test, a step up in my aims to reach greater heights, more than Uncle Marc. I'm sure he must have done something worth more than death for Uncle Marc to give me his name.

“The guys who joined our class are Orlo and Dylan. Aren’t their names sexy as well?” “Our guy is Lorcan,” I say, putting more emphasis on the name since I don’t wanna lose the childish competition of which newcomer is more handsome and sexy. “Oh, man! I wanna see him,” Amara giggles. “Speak of the devil and there he is.” Julia rolls her eyes. I glance in the direction since I have already noticed Lorcan as soon as I have arrived at the canteen. Oh? There are other guys and both of them are in black attire. Do they belong to some cult or something? Why are they all in black clothes?

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.”

Selene followed seconds later, already scanning the alley with infrared. The street beyond was empty. No pedestrians. No delivery drones. No rideshare drop - offs. Just the low whine of powerlines buzzing in the background. Their car was parked tight against the alley wall. Unmarked, matte black, license plate scrambled by an onboard fuzzer. Selene unlocked it with her fingerprint, dropped into the driver’s seat, and waited one heartbeat for Aria to buckle in before launching them down the alley with barely a growl. The tires whispered against the road. The windows auto - tinted. The dash cam flipped into blackout mode. They were a ghost vehicle now — functionally invisible to commercial str