Crimson Wolf Novels & Stories

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

With a unified howl that reverberated through the wilderness, they surged forward, their wolf forms a blur of strength and agility, driven by a shared mission to unravel the Nightshade Pack’s enigmatic silence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the charge, his golden amber coat gleaming like a torch in the moonlight. His massive wolf, a towering symbol of authority, moved with the confidence of countless missions, his amber eyes scanning the darkness for threats. Behind him, the seven operatives followed in tight formation: Beta Elena Moonshadow, her silver and moonlight-yellow fur shimmering with elegance; Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue coat blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut b

A rare white wolf from the bloodline of the originals. ***

Another crack, crossbow bolt, maybe, and one of the escort wolves yelped, high and pained. Kael was on his feet in an instant, cloak swirling. “Ambush!” He ripped aside the canopy flap. Silver-gray fur flashed in the moonlight. Massive wolves, bigger than Kael’s, barreled out of the trees from both sides. Silverfang. I recognized the markings from my manuscript: pale gray with black streaks, eyes like winter storms. They hit the Crimson Claw line like a tidal wave. Claws raked. Jaws snapped. Blood sprayed dark across the snow-dusted ground.

She asks, dumbfounded. “Did you really forget that once an omega is marked and claimed, their wolf awakens? I’ve had my wolf since you met me. Her name is Crimson, and she does not like being threatened. Come at me again, threaten me, my mate, or my pup again, and I will make sure Crimson does more than disfigures your face.” Wren’s tone is laced with malice.

The whispers follow me like shadows, clinging to the edges of every conversation. They talk about a beast in the woods. A creature with silver hair and glowing red eyes that reflect the moonlight like pools of fresh blood. A monster that tears through border villages like smoke silent, fast, unrelenting. Windows left open, throats opened wider. Families found with their doors unlocked from the inside, as if they'd welcomed death with open arms. They've given it a name. The Crimson Wolf. I almost laugh when I hear it. Almost. The sound catches in my throat like broken glass. Because they don't know. Because maybe I don't want to know. Because denial is easier t

“Alpha Damien of the Crimson Fang Pack.” I knew that name. Crimson Fang was a pack known among the Supernatural world, they were one of the few packs whose warriors’ daily regimes were said to be not as strong as ours but better. I nodded politely. “Lyra.” “Oh, yes.” He moved closer. “Greg’s… mate.” The way he said it made me know I was in for a long ride. “The wolf,” he scoffed. “I’ve heard some nasty rumours about you. I hope it’s not true.”

I could have sworn I felt every whip and lash she had to endure, even though she was powerful enough to destroy the entire realm. “They even formulated a poison just for her,” Liya gritted within me as my eyes caught the name of the poison. “Crimsonbane,” I muttered, letting the name of the deadly potion roll off my tongue. Apparently, that was the only concoction that could harm a red wolf. With the right amount, the first Red Wolf was manipulated, controlled, and forced to commit many evil deeds. Also, with the right amount, her heart stopped right after she laid the Crimson Curse.