Crimson Wolf Novels & Stories

It came out in a weak whisper, but he didn’t even glance at me. His wolf was coming. I’d never seen anything like it — like a nightmare forcing itself into daylight. It wasn’t just an ordinary black wolf. The fur wasn’t fur; it was pitch, glinting faintly like oil under a blood moon. Its eyes weren’t gold or amber like other alphas — they were dark red, glowing faintly from the inside, and the air around it shivered with heat and cold at once. And when it opened its jaws, its teeth looked wet with crimson even though it hadn’t bitten yet.

I hadn’t known any girl that blushed – except back in high school and they were all in the tenth grade. The wolf in me was hinting on something . . . a warning perhaps. Something was off. I smiled briefly to myself remembering the way she called me 'human', then I frowned. What kind of experienced Vampire couldn't tell a werewolf, an Alpha for that matter, from a human. Something was definitely up. She had looked innocent, vulnerable sitting across me just now and I wondered how she managed to look that way, or maybe a thousand years of practice had made her able to pull it off well enough, but…

It would give them a chance to interfere in pack matters. Just as these thoughts crossed my mind, making my heart feel constricted under the pressure, the blank screen finally connected the call and the face of an unknown man appeared on the screen. Alpha Krimson had long black hair that touched his shoulders. It reminded me of Darcia in his late teens. But somehow, this man managed to make it look intimidating and professional at the same time. However, the most noticeable feature about the man who seemed to be built like a tank, were his bright red eyes. A definitive sign of a rogue wolf.

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.

Like the reports of slaves recovering too quickly after she helps them. "But their greatest power lies in deception. A blood-wolf can hide their true nature completely, masking both scent and form. Even their wolf remains undetectable to all but the most powerful Alphas. Only in moments of extreme duress or during heat cycles does their control slip. When their power peaks, their eyes burn crimson – a sign of their ancient lineage." Crimson eyes. Like the flash I saw during her punishment. The way she fought for control when the silver chain threatened her skin. The power that rolls off her skin when she's close to breaking.

Alpha Mike stepped forward, his voice steady and resolute, "We come in peace, seeking the crimson crystals that are said to be embedded within your chests. Do you have any from some of your fallen comrades? The world needs those crystals. We mean no harm, but we will not hesitate to defend ourselves if necessary." The crimson werewolves, their fur glistening in the moonlight, regarded the intruders with suspicion. One of them, with powerful muscles rippling beneath its crimson coat, spoke in a deep, rumbling voice, "You seek what is ours, and that will not be granted easily. The power of the crystals is not meant for outsiders."

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

Shaking his head, he looks at me with his deep green eyes and sighs “Crimson Pack.” “Crimson Pack?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Stories of that pack were true, I had heard about them over the years, The most aggressive wolf pack. They slipped in, overpowered a pack and took them as their own. My ex had told me that much.

He stayed still, breath slow, eyes fixed on the door Alyssa had just stepped through. She was the target. Had been from the beginning. He hadn’t expected a complication. Definitely not one with that scent. Aiden The moment the man, Cole, stepped into view earlier, Aiden had gone stiff. That wasn’t just any wolf. That was an Alpha, he smelt of old blood, ancient and powerful. He exuded power in every step, every breath. And he was with her. Aiden’s phone buzzed once in his hand. A text from Lucas:

He said trying to convince her. "What! I mean don't you think it's too early." Annie said looking tensed "It's okay they would have to accept my choice because I have given my heart to you already," Jessie said with confidence. Jessie was also a werewolf from the black moon pack, his father is the alpha of the pack. Jessie was raised in a wild way his dad would always say to him "you are the son of an alpha and one day you will rule over when am no longer alive. And in other for you to be able to govern your people, you need to be wild my son".