Crimson Wolf Novels & Stories

The Crimson wolves already follow me. The Crimson wolves are your family, not your army. They will fight beside you, but they cannot fight for you. The wolves you need are the ones who have no reason to love you, no reason to trust you, no reason to follow except what you can offer them. Rogues, I said, understanding dawning.

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

“Alaric?” “I’m sorry, Adriana,” Alpha Alaric said, clenching his teeth and furrowing his brows as if he was under a lot of pain. “Don’t…” “The wolves in Crimson Blood are hybrids. Half wolf, half vampyrs,” Ravenna cut him off. “But please don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you.” “What is wrong with him?” Adriana said, unable to keep her eyes away from Alaric and his invisible struggle.

I took a step back as I watched wolves dive at each other, ripping throats out and biting off chunks of flesh. My father was here. I recognized his scent and knew his wolf but he moved as such a blur that I could not pinpoint where exactly he was. I watched from a clearing a small distance away from them, my eyes sharp and my wolf alert. I spotted a black wolf and sighed to myself but the sigh caught in my throat. My father, a seasoned warrior called the Crimson Wolf for a reason, moved with a lethal grace that was both dignifying and frightening to watch. With a ferocious swipe of his claws, he brought down an adult wolf who let out a yell that was quickly dr

I followed Oswald to the door, my heart pounding as I prepared for the battle to come. Outside, the air was thick with tension as wolves gathered, their eyes scanning the darkness for signs of the enemy. The howls grew closer, and then, out of the shadows, they emerged—a pack of rogue wolves, their eyes glowing with a sinister light. At their head was a massive wolf with jet-black fur and piercing red eyes. The shadowy Alpha. He stepped forward, his presence commanding, as the rogues spread out behind him. “Royal Crimson Pack,” he called, his voice deep and resonant. “You’ve meddled in forces beyond your understanding. Hand over the fragments, and I may spare your lives.”

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

He rips his shirt off and fur sprouts out everywhere and his blue eyes turn into an orange-yellow amber color. He howls at the moon and his fur stands out in all directions. I gasp at how tall he has become, he is both terrifying and beautiful to behold, like a wonderful statue. A rock by my feet falls and the sound causes Aiden's werewolf ears to go flat and he sniffs the air. He finds me within seconds and scratches my arms. He holds my body above the ocean cliffs.

Apart from the teeth, the fur and the yellow eyes, it was still Oscar. "Karen!" He growled, and I tried to grab on to him, but he was too big. Realising his size was too big, he shifted back to himself. The fur teeth and yellow eyes were gone, and I grabbed him and turned him to lay on his back, but he sat up instead. I began to ride his c*ck. I watched his eyes shift from yellow to blue. His wolf was going crazy. He suckled my n**ples and licked them. I bent backwards slight and turned my head up with my eyes closed to make the feeling more intense. I was in a different world. I was dripping wet all over him, and he was helping me grind him.

There was a hint of gloating in the eyes of the beta of the gray wolf clan, although outwardly he looked absolutely indifferent to what was happening. Certainly… I'm now officially anyone's doormat! I was just about to open my mouth to give out at least something that could express the whole gamut of emotions overwhelming my consciousness like an avalanche, when Ian again indicated that I would now live by his rules. Letting go of my elbow, the black wolf bared his teeth, turning towards Vadim. The only thing she managed to catch was just one single menacing roar, and a moment later the beta of the gray wolf clan collapsed along the opposite wall. And something told him that he wouldn’t be a