Diane Foxington Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

Despite her delicate condition, she stood upright, exuding an unshakeable confidence and undeniable power. Beside her stood a slightly older woman, Luna Verona, who was equally beautiful, and her presence was equally commanding. Her silver-streaked hair framed a face that bore the wisdom of battles and the love of a mother. Her smile was permanently on her face, and her eyes were locked on the priest before them who held a velvet pillow, upon which rested a crown unlike any other. The Crimson crown’s diamond embedded in its centre, which gleamed fiercely, reflecting all lights upon it in shimmers of colours, pulsing with energy that seemed alive. It was a crown only worn by the crimson Alpha

Phoebe I had never set foot in Dark Crimson before, and the moment our car passed through its front gates, my whole body tensed. The pack house rose like a dark fortress—nothing like the elegant Silver Claw manor or the clean-lined designs of Thunder Bite. This place felt ancient, heavy… dominant. The building looked as if it had been carved from one giant block of obsidian, with deep red accents running along each pillar like dried blood. The Dark Crimson banner fluttered against the gray sky—black and red, marked by a crowned Lycan sigil.

You’ll get us expelled. She turned her face up at me and smiled then. ‘’Us? The only person that can get expelled is you, I can’t get expelled – I’m no one. Not a member of the Red foxes basketball team or the cheerleading sqaurd, not even a student of Canterbury high.’’ Before I could say anything, she slipped a key out of her pocket and opened the door and then I couldn’t wait to get in and find out what it was she wanted to show me.

Its strong odor is so vibrant that it knocks me out of my own head so that I swivel to glance at my surroundings. ​“Catching a tan, Nate?” I meet Roxanne Harlow’s eyes and have flashbacks to a forgotten night a few years ago in this very space. She smirks at me, laughing at her own joke and begins to twirl her pink hair. She always was changing it so I wasn’t surprised to see her the first night of the Crimson Ball with a strawberry milk dye job.

Alexis waited like forever to hear what crimson have for her because she knows what her smirk is saying. "Well, I just ordered for a fertilizer farm to open where animals will be rear there, and whenever they defecate, it is your duty Alexis to store the shits for us and since you are so brave to take over the pack, I'm sure you don't need anyone's help In storing the shits for us." Crimson exclaimed and smirked, her eyes fixed on Alexis, Alexis looked like she will explode.

He lifted his brows toward Isobel. She brightened, wiggling her fingers. “Ooh, that would be me.” Hayden nodded. “Exactly, and while Brick is there at your party, getting himself an air-tight alibi, then Black Crimson will be on the other side of town, throwing up his grand finale piece.” “Except how's that going to work?” Ezra asked, shaking his head. “Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.”

Chris said evenly, “it would’ve manifested in your childhood. You two were never compatible.” “But Dad… that scent—” “Ryan,” Chris cut in sharply. “It doesn’t appear out of nowhere. You’ve been without a woman since your breakup with Zoey. That’s all.” He turned back to the clerk. “I need the waist taken in—and replace these buttons with diamond-cut ones.” After hours of fittings, Maria chose a simple silk gown, a set of natural pearl jewelry, and custom-designed shoes. “Come on, Lila,” she said kindly. “You haven’t chosen anything yet. Everything here is beautiful.”

It seems like a lifetime since we last spoke, and I hope this letter finds you well. I am writing with wonderful news; I just had my first pup, a boy named Orion. He is beautiful, healthy, and already the center of my world. I'm living in the Nightshade Pack now, on an island called Aethel. It's a weird and wonderful place, and I just can't help but wish you were here to see it. I'd love for you to come to Orion's Newling Ceremony. It's a big deal, and having you here would mean everything to me. Please say you'll come. I miss you more than words can express.

At a lavish Lupo soiree meant to showcase their clout, I was there, representing the Caruso family. Amid a sea of scents and silks, I spotted Anna. Her dress was a relic, ill-fitting, and she trailed behind the pompous Sebastian, who was desperate to rub elbows with the elite. Her face was ghostly, her gaze shy, sticking out like a sore thumb in the glittering crowd. "Principessa Isabella..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, her fingers nervously fidgeting with her skirt. "Thank you for looking out for me in the past. I'm doing well now, and Sebastian is good to me.