Diane Foxington Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

“Similar to Demetri, I am quite familiar with Xavier Bluemon. He joined the council fifteen years ago and was an active participant in the freedom movement that Demetri continued when he joined the prospect program ten years ago. Eight years ago is when Xavier was promoted to head liaison for abused and tortured wolves and he was elected a year later to be the liaison for the east coast. It was about a year later that the council agreed on a set criteria for individual packs to follow if they wanted to become a sanctuary for the broken wolves fleeing dangerous situations. The Crimson Dawn pack was the first pack awarded sanctuary status as soon as the act was passed. I believe it was the onl

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

Since then she has been after the cursed ones with a vengeance, leading the nighthawks into majority of their battles. “We got information of cursed ones sightings from one of our covens and Oniko has gone first with the red matron and others,” Damola explained. “I’ll be taking you there now, it’s time you saw for yourselves what we are up against.” I was going to battle! My eyes widened, and my heart began to race fast. Damola brought out a brown feather. “You know what this is?” I stared at the feather in her hand. Although I sensed magic on it, I saw nothing else. “A feather?” I stated the obvious.

Besides a pale face, she isn’t showing any other sign of discomfort at all, this was not the time to show weakness. “The wolf was far too strong for us to capture him while conscious, my Lord. Thus, I put a strong spell on a metal bolt and Flint used it to knock him out. Unfortunately, he used too much strength and shattered a part of his skull. As soon as I realized what had happened, I rushed off to get medicine for him. I left him with Flint, As such I am not aware of what took place . My Lord, it's all due to my negligence that Flint was killed and the wolf got away. Please give me another chance to amend my mistake, i can fix this i just need another chance to prove my loyalty to you" C

I’d been home for three hours. They couldn’t just be finishing now, could they? I typed nervously: “Does your fox fae ever wake up in the middle of the night to… workout?” Two quick voice notes pinged back. “The owner said fox faes have strong desires. If they can’t satisfy those desires, they get restless at night and workout to relieve themselves. “Maybe you should try it with yours… hmm.” …She’d been kissed again. The sound alone was driving me crazy. Add that to Fennrick’s taut, sculpted back under the balcony light?

Henry's POV The auction master adjusted his spectacles and read the card in his hand with the careful theatricality of a man who knew exactly what he was selling. "Lot number forty-seven, listed under the name Crimson. Female, early twenties, in excellent physical condition. Starting bid, five million dollars."

Alpha Scott gestured for us to come over Dean and I walked slowly until we stopped right in front of them, the female still had her back to us Alpha Scott cleared his throat "Priestess Anya, I'd like you to meet Alpha Greyson of the Crimson Claw pack" The female slowly turned around until my eyes met the prettiest shade of green that were her eyes. She had a certain classic beauty that was rare and unique, her skin was pale and spotless, her nose a perfect fit for her face and then her small pink lips