Crimson Vengeance Novels & Stories

his jaw tightened, eyes burning, “…then we fall together and we meet again in Valhalla.” For a single heartbeat, silence claimed them. Then steel rang… Blades slammed against armor. Fists struck shields. The sound of iron on iron roared through the chamber as warriors answered him without words. Voices rose in fury. Shouts tore through the air. And in that very heartbeat, the Crimson Blood Pack burst through. They came like death unleashed… armored shadows crashing through the gates, blades flashing, eyes burning, roaring with a hunger that could not be reasoned with. Before the alarm could fully form, before fear could even find its name…

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

what they are talking about isn't some normal capitalist bullshit. My eyes lock onto the document as they sign and toast to whatever selfish and inhumane cause they were all supporting. Anger skitters beneath my skin, my heart pounding in my ears. Dante Romano killed my father and traffics girls. How could I let myself forget? He's the reason I'm here in the first place. I'm here to ruin him. To kill him and to free all those girls. "We'll be leaving now." I flinch at Dante's arm snaking behind my waist. His lips graze my ear as he pulls me along.

My heart clenched as I recognized the voice—the Alpha of the Crimson Pack, Swiftclaw. Hatred surged within me, fueled by the memories of that fateful day when I watched my father fall, his life extinguished by Swiftclaw's treacherous hand. The fire of vengeance burned in my eyes as he stepped forward, a wicked grin on his face, relishing in the torment he had inflicted.

"Your daughter, you say? Not shocked, though." "I know I am not worth calling her my daughter, but..." "Oh, please." Ash cut him off before he could say another word. He had expected that. He knew that someday he would come, pretending to be a good person and wanting to be back in Camila's life. He knew that many people, most of whom were her enemies, would now try to get close to her to escape her vengeance. "Can I help you with anything, Alpha Cameroon? It's freezing cold out here." He said this after the cold wind jarred him from his unconscious state of mind.

Samantha's POV “What does it say?“ I asked, my voice barely audible. My body was trembling slightly even with the smile on his face and then in one swift moment, the smile vanished replaced by a expression, so dark, so cruel that it sent cold shivers for my spine. The results….. it is negative right? “You must think I'm foolish, right?“ His voice was dangerously calm, worse than when he is growling. “Noo….“ I shook my head, tears forming at the corners of my eyes. Knox took a step forward. I took one backwards. Then he took another step forward, and I took another back, until my back hits the wall and he was just steps away from me. Then his hands reached out, wrapping around my neck and the

He's lying there lifeless in a pool of his own blood, his white polo shirt ripped off at the chest and fresh blood oozing from what looks like a fresh wound around the left breast. My heart stops beating for a moment as I throw myself on his body, picking the murder weapon which is a Ceska pistol and throwing it beside him.. Placing my ear on his chest, I feel his faint heart beat and my face lits up. I try resuscitating him without minding the blood....that's when the unthinkable happens.. Sirens rent the warm afternoon wind! It was a set up! A damn fucking set up! It's already too late to redeem myself.

They did all this because of my parents. Krystal wanted to be the luna of Venom Fang, believing that she would win my father over. She nearly succeed too if it wasn’t for my mom. Then she found her fated mate, the Rogue King Sampson Kingsley. She manipulated him using the bond and so together they attacked. So many lives lost, all because of greed.

I almost had an argument with the owner of this famous company? You are an Idiot, Caroline! AZER company were famous because of different clothing brands they have. Aside from it's good quality they always hire good models to represent their products. I was assigned as a sourcing manager together with Mr. Kevs. I will be his assistant and since he is an active advocate of LGBT, he keeps showing me some fashion weird designs yet super fashionable that he desires to present to everyone one day. I smiled because just like me, he has higher dreams too.

Fred shook his head. "Write the text in English, I'm waiting" Mr Smith repeated. "That is good to make an anthem for your organization. I need treatment for all these bruises your men inflicted on me. Is that also too much?" Fred wanted to buy time. He hopes Tony, his best friend, sees the text and helps him out He does not trust whatever this man is saying about setting him free after he returns all the evidences to him. He would rather dine with his enemy than trust his shadow, talk more of a bigger enemy? Not advisable.