Crimson Wolf Novels & Stories

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

The brand glows red in the fire, waiting. Tears already burning my eyes. He walks around the bed slow. His eyes never leave me. “Tonight you stop being Volkov,” he says. His voice is calm and cruel. “Tonight you wear my name on your skin forever. Inside your thigh. Where only I will see. Where only I will touch.” I shake my head hard. “No. Please. No.” My voice cracks. As my tears fall hot. He pulls the iron from the fire. The wolf crest glows bright red. He kneels between my open legs. The heat reaches my skin before the metal does. He brings it close, I smell hot iron so I scream before it touches.

The moment Kieran’s wolf collided with Damien’s, the world exploded into chaos. The two alphas crashed into one another with a sound like thunder, claws raking, teeth snapping, growls echoing through the cavern until the very walls seemed to shake. Damien’s wolf was darker—its fur streaked with silver, its eyes burning crimson from the poison of corrupted magic. They tore into each other like mirrored storms, brothers bound by blood and betrayal.

The moon loomed largely, full and yellow, glowing, lighting the way for the wolves who gathered beneath it—their howls echoing through the night. A large bonfire burned brightly, the flames dancing and licking the air as they hissed and roared. The altar was a large slab of red granite, candles flickering in the night air, a red clay sacrificial pot sat to the side. A large silver dagger gleamed in the candlelight, its white ivory handle carved with the head of a wolf howling at the moon. The bond that tethered Jackson to the Grey Steel Pack and Alpha Darius needed to be severed, the promise to die and Jackson rebirthed as the Beta of the Crimson Shadows. Drum steadying beating, the music i

I stood at the top of the small slope that led down to the clearing, watching in shock and fear as beasts fought beasts and ripped away each other's throats, vampires slashed and killed opposing wolves and as vampires were instantly torn to multiple pieces by the ferocious bite of a wolf. I spotted a great grey wolf. About half the size bigger than Nicha and he gang. The wolf was saddled with the red and silver and it had a red fiery blaze in its eyes. A long scar ran down the grey wolfs left eye and Alzaraq fought powerfully against an equally large, dark brown wolf with the same fiery blaze in its eyes—Hardaj. I spotted Tia, sh has her back to Jereum and Jhan was stabbing at a wolf's eye b

Blake stood up again to attack him but Aiden built a fierce,transparent wall around them and angry Blake couldn't pass through. Aiden held Nina. "Nisha!" He whispered Nina's wolf name. Still subconscious, Nina didn't know what was going on.Her eyes blazed bright blue.At the sound of its name,her wolf transformed out. She felt immense power surge through her but it didn't wear off the drowsiness she was feeling.Nina was thinking that her wolf has chosen Damon as it mate so she lowered her guard down and let her wolf do the work.Finally,her wolf has surfaced! Aiden grabbed her waist and pressed her body to his.Her hands on his chest,he tucked strands of hair behind her ear.He lowered his head

Gabriel didn't move. The wolf general crouched slightly, ready to spring. And I braced for it when I head a crashing sound and a wall tumbling, dust and chunks of metal rained down as a figure stepped through the rubble. Not just any figure, It was Victoria Monroe, she was dragging a limp, broken werewolf body behind her by the throat, still twitching, barely alive like it was nothing more than a sack of laundry. Her long trench coat flared behind her, streaked in gore, the fingers of her metal arm clenched tight around the wolf's neck.

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

"Gem, my wolf, thinks he should have two girls because the three of us have been friends for a long time. Celly found her mate and they are together but haven't announced yet. Ang and I were dating, but she doesn't want to talk to me because my wolf is a psycho. I need to apologize and convince her that she is the only girl for me and my wolf. I need to get my wolf on board. And I have no fucking clue how to do this." Ceri pursed her lips. "Why does your wolf think he gets two girls?" "Gem said we saw her first when I asked him about Celly. I know that's not a reason, but how do I convince him?" "When did you first see Celly?" "She had a movie night with Ang. Ang invited me to join them and

, they thought. When the fire stopped burning, they moved closer carefully to confirm if their enemy was dead but instead of seeing the ashes of a defeated enemy, they saw a giant grey wolf standing in the midst of the smoke and dust, the iron cage reduced to nothing all around him. Whatever the humanity left in Iron bath was locked away deep down his soul, the only thing left was hunger and a burning desire for carnage.