Crimson Wolf Novels & Stories

This was obviously Althea taking some control in order to protect us. Soon we clawed our way up into the trees, jumping from one tree to the other, trying to cover more ground whilst making it harder for them to catch us. I could smell that these wolves weren’t rogue. They were pack members of the Crimson pack, one of the well-known packs that had the strongest warriors. Also one of the few packs that were of pure blood from the first family. I was sure that I had stayed off the border lines. So why were they chasing me?

⸻ The Crimson One. ⸻ The name alone felt wrong. ⸻ Dangerous. ⸻ Like something history had tried desperately to forget. ⸻ The Golden Wolf’s voice became grim. ⸻ “Tell them.” ⸻ The Crimson One laughed. ⸻ “Why ruin the surprise?” ⸻ The Golden Wolf snarled. ⸻ The mountain shook. ⸻ “TELL THEM.” ⸻ For several seconds, nobody spoke. ⸻

He replied. “She’s a Crimson Wolf. Her father was one too. It’s in her blood.” Faith stated matter of factly, it left no room for argument. “I have vague memories of his wolf, his fur was a deeper red though, streaked with black. I don’t know what it means to be a Crimson Wolf though.” I looked at Faith and Jake curiously, “Spill.”

Exactly long enough to make her point and short enough to act like she hadn't. "A Crimson wolf," she said. Not really to me. More like she was thinking out loud. "Born to an Omega line. Do you understand how statistically unlikely that is, Tanya?" "I'm a late bloomer," I said. "The Goddess works in mysterious ways." She gave me a look that said she didn't buy the mysterious part. "The Goddess works in genetics. Crimson fur isn't a color. It's a marker. Ancient enforcer blood. The First Pack's war wolves had it. It hasn't shown up in an Omega line in recorded history. Which tells me your bloodline is more complicated than you're letting on."

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

"Deny it until you die believing the untruth. But hey, Collin, you don't deserve anybody. Do you know what you deserve? To be alone and alone and alone until you turn gray and dies alone in your sleep. The people you killed will take your soul away from your rotting living body. They will hunt you down, Collin. They will make you hear their screams, their mourns until you would want to kill yourself. You are a murderer, Collin. You are alone..." "Stop." "Alone forever, no one would want you to be a part of them..." "Stop..." "Cast you away after they figure out what your color is..." "Enough..." "Murderer. A killer! A sinner! Cutthroat! Unwanted! Left behind! Unloved! Unimportant! Worthless!

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale wh

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

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.”

Her gaze snapped back to what was in front of her, and her body and joints cracked and reformed till she was standing as a full wolf again. She watched closely, anxiously waiting for the presence to come into sight. A few seconds later, a large wolf's paws walked the earth toward them, its eyes glued firmly on the greenhouse. It was bigger than Kaden's wolf, the same line markings of the True North wolves on its fur, only this time, its eyes were not the regular blue colour. It was deep crimson red, so red it was almost as if it was about to cry blood. Its insanely powerful aura had every wolf in its range stepping out of its way, but those that had granite on their furs weren't spared at al