Novel & Cerita Crimson Wolf

She looked back into my eyes and I could see she could feel something but she obviously doesn't understand. I opened my mouth to plead with her but the moment I did, she turned and ran towards the river. As she dived in, she shifted mid air, into the most beautiful wolf I've ever seen. A glorious shade of copper with streaks of vibrant shimmering red that shone when the light of the moon caught it. “YOU! KEEP THEM BUSY. YOU WITH ME, WE ARE GOING AFTER HER.” I heard Jack order from behind me before I felt teeth sink into my arm.

“What do you know about it? I remember the stories you told me when I was a pup. Are they true?’ Tasha shot me a look, “very much so. My grandmother was the last Celestite wolf, her birth pack was Silver Dawn, but she was mated to a Dark Moon Gamma. Her son was the last Gamma this pack had as he never had children. My mother had two daughters. Myself and my sister, Kristin. Kristin was a warrior along with her mate, they had one daughter. Her mate died while she was pregnant in the fight with Silver Dawn. She left for Cerulean as she felt as if she saw her mate everywhere here. Where her daughter, Lillian, mated to the Cerulean Alpha Brandon. Producing Austin and Alessia.” “Austin is obvious

Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made. She remembered something, something so dear to her heart, the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town Crimo, which was later renamed as New York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

"Red wolves are wrote about in our earliest records, the Crane family have always been loyal allies to them from the very beginning. Where others feared them and saw them as unnatural, unholy creatures, the Crane's found the red wolves majestic and a power to be hold. Not something to hate and extinguish but something to save gaurd and protect." Maxwell tells us as I suck on the fruit flavored sweet he gifted me, which seems to be helping greatly. "The bigots and heretics sort to exclude them, label them, shunning them and eventually hunting them down." Maxwell says sadly as if he lived it and saw it first hand. "My ancestors and other families hid them but it was no use, they wanted blood a

It burned like liquid fire, tearing through my skin, responding directly to the homicidal fury consuming my soul. Behind me, a thick shroud of darkness began pouring massively from my skin, swirling through the air and separating itself to form a massive, terrifying entity: **The Crimson Shadow Wolf**. The phantom beast materialized with a deafening, unholy roar that shook the very foundations of the obsidian castle. It was a sound born of pure malice and ancient death. The glowing red eyes of the ancient spiritual wolf locked onto Lysander with a bloodlust that matched the agony tearing my heart apart.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

“You can’t be dying!” Oh, fuck. He found out about Cat. But he looks about, what, twenty-something now? Twenty-three, twenty-five? Damn, I cannot see this ending well for anyone, especially with what Cat has just told me. Fisting the soil in his hands, he growls and looks up, deadly intent all over his scent as his eyes shimmer crimson. Then he shifts into his wolf form, but what I see makes me nearly fall onto my ass in shock. All shifters with Volkov blood have pitch-black wolves, but Creed’s is snow fucking white.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

He knew that his life would be miserable without her and he wasn’t willing to admit that to her or to himself. “Alice, wait!” he said She gave him no reply. She headed to the front door and he growled “Alice, wait!” he growled at her She paused. His voice sent shivers down her spine and he was very authoritative. She knew better than to disobey when he was fighting his transformation. She turned to look at him and she met his gaze. His eyes glowed and his fangs were out. She could not relate to this feeling. She was just nineteen and she couldn’t even access her wolf side. Most times, she wondered why she was mated to him, the alpha of the Crimson pack. She was a weakling and she couldn’t ev

Angie says. I look across at the other pack members. There is one wolf who is solid black with white eyes. He is breathtaking. “Who is that?” I ask Angie. I keep staring at the beautiful creature across the water. I am completely mesmerized by him. It feels like I know him. “Girl, that is Erick; he is the Alpha’s son and our future Alpha,” Angie says. “He is yummy,” I say. “You should see him in human form. He is a deliciously dark treat. His skin is like a chocolate bar, and I would love to devour him whole,” Angie says.