Diane Foxington Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

The sun is setting when they finally reach Crimson Hollow. The pack house is lit up, and wolves gathered on the lawn. Marcus meets them as they park. "Alpha. Luna. We heard about the tribunal." "Victoria confessed," Dante says. "She'll be executed tomorrow." Murmurs ripple through the gathered wolves, shock, relief, satisfaction. "There's more," Dante continues. "The corruption went deeper than we thought. Victoria was working with a hunter organization called the Crimson Order. They're planning attacks on supernatural communities worldwide." The murmurs turn to growls, angry and afraid.

" exclaimed Damon giving an eye roll . " I can't wear two dresses at a time Damon so there is no fun of buying them both .Tell me red or Black ." asked Cynthia . " You know how much i love red and specially bloody red ." exclaimed Damon smirking . " We are not talking about blood and I am not a snack for you to eat , now seriously tell me red or black ." snapped Cynthia . " Pink ." said Damon giggling . " What ...no way i don't like pink and i told you to chooose between black and red ..pink wasn't even the option Damon ." snapped Cynthia .

“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.

WE ALL STAND QUIETLY on the path leading up the dark-gloomy castle entrance as the three matrons carry out a ritual. Seven small outcropping rocks lie spread wide apart in a horizontal line at the path leading to the castle steps and Oniko with the assistance of Bashir and Biola moves to each of the rocks, taking one of the seven rams that had been made available for the ritual, slaughtering the rams upon it and letting the blood spill upon the rock while the matrons follow them from behind chanting incantations.

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?

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori

Chapter 2 – Crimson Eyes Rain lashed against Diana’s face as she stood frozen before the iron gates. The crimson eyes remained fixed on her from the darkness beyond the forest, unblinking and impossibly bright. They were not the golden eyes of a Northern wolf, nor the silver eyes of a moon-blessed pack. They burned like embers buried beneath ash. Something ancient. Something predatory. As if someone was watching. Another growl rumbled through the storm, deeper this time, vibrating through the ground beneath her feet.

When I finally heard him, my blood ran cold. “Come here foxy fox. Come here, foxy fox. I wanna play some more.” Did my green eyes really give me away as the Fox, or was it a coincidence, because he seemed to like to give nicknames to the people he harassed? I sat in that tree for what seemed like forever. Besides my heartbeat, I heard nothing and saw nothing of Ezra.