Crimson Squad Novels & Stories

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

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

The cold alpine wind off the lake carried a sharp, metallic tang that made the hair on Dante’s arms stand up. They had barely stepped five meters into the shadow of Warehouse 4 when the rhythmic lapping of the dark water was obliterated by the screaming roar of a supercharged V8 engine. From behind the rusted hull of an abandoned cargo crane, a matte-black, reinforced SUV tore through the fog, its headlights completely blacked out. "Get down!" Dante roared, his voice stripping away all robotic detachment as his tactical instincts took absolute control.

Marcus whispered, his voice barely audible over the wind. Jack looked. Through a gap in the crates, he saw a squad of three Crimson Hounds moving cautiously. They were sweeping the area, their thermal goggles glowing green. They were heading straight for the intersection Jack's team needed to cross. "We can't engage," Finch hissed. "If we fire, we give away our position to the Captain. He has a grenade launcher." "We don't need to fire," Jack said. He looked up. Above the mercenaries, perched on the edge of a container, was a Scavenger. It was drooling, a thick, viscous sludge dripping onto the metal below.

“For mortals, death is the worst that can happen. But for us... everything except our lives is at stake. So, I suggest you shut your mouth and stay out of this. I don’t want a war — and neither does Alpha Asher. Because if he did... do you think any of us would still be standing here, in one piece?” Nikolai winced at his words, but he gritted back his teeth and stepped back. The mouse prince and his guards took the frontline. He peered at the barrier and commanded, without wasting another second. “Begin!” At once, over fifteen members of the Celestial Suppression Squad (CSS) materialized around the graveyard, walking out of thin air, holding golden sun staffs in their hands. All of them were

He had known all along that their family was tied to something supernatural, something dangerous. The journal revealed the existence of a hidden society.—The Crimson Circle—a secretive group that operated in the shadows, monitoring supernatural activity and protecting the balance between realms. Her parents had been members, tasked with guarding a powerful artifact that kept the veil intact. But there was more. Lysandra flipped to a page where her father had drawn a detailed family tree. Her name was connected by a red line that spanned centuries. At the bottom of the page, her father had written: You are the last of the line, Lysandra. The prophecy is tied to you. When the time comes, you m