Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

"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.

“Can you bring to me right now any of the men who went in with Smithson to destroy the silvershade pack? ” “Right away Master.” He replied and walked away. Soon the guy brought in a lanky-looking young man. He was tall, good-looking, and seemed too decent to be on Smithson’s hunt pack. “Master Marcus.” He greeted and bowed. I nodded a response to his greeting. I wasted no time in getting to the heart of the matter. "What exactly happened in Crimson Valley?" I demanded. The guard hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering with uncertainty, but I urged him on. "I hate being kept waiting," I added coldly.

“I was already doing it, you did not have to yank it off me!” Lev says nothing. His rough hand pushes the heavy door open wide. Then he shoves me hard inside. I stumble. Yelp. The box is small. Dark red walls. Two soft chairs. A low table with a bottle and one glass. Half full. Blood red liquid. And a man. His back is to me. Shirtless. Skin pale like snow. Tattoos cover every inch. Black ink. Wolves. Knives. Skulls. Snowflakes. In the middle, huge, the Morozov crest. The same wolf.

I answered unwaveringly. "Okay" Crimson walked towards Tryamon, she stretched out her hands for a handshake "my name is Crimson, Aethelfrith's betrothed" Tyramon's phone fell from her hands, her eyes widened but she managed to compose herself quickly. "Aethelfrith betrothed?" Tyramon asked, looking unsure of what she heard. "Yes, you heard right" Crimson smiled, "my hands are still on the air" "Oh my, forgive my bad manners" Tyramon forced a smile, reaching out to shake Crimson's hand.

"He's currently dating Crimson Lee, you know her... She's the popular singer and member of STARLET. According to my investigation they are not in a real relationship, they are only faking it to keep the old Dr Ace at bay. He was Initially supposed to marry Amber Wu who is Crimson's co star and band mate but his relationship with Crimson has stopped things. I was able to get an insider to check how the relationship between Crimson and her band members is and according to the details that was gathered Crimson is not good allies with them, in fact they often fight alot and since Amber Wu controls the gang Crimson is often outnumbered. Her only ally in the group is her best friend Lunette Wu who

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

I said as I took the large and rough hand belonging to the large were-cat standing in front of me, but instead of shaking it, he bowed and brought my knuckles to his lips. “My apologies Alpha, I am Crimson, Kolby Crimson. First Zeta and Deputy, to King Armand, It is a pleasure to meet you.” He said, releasing my hand and must have noticed my confusion. “I am like your Beta, a second in command. Our ranks differ from the wolves and bears,” he explained. I nodded in understanding, “It is nice to meet you Crimson.” I tipped my head back at him, not quite giving him a bow, as my ranking is higher, to do that would be to show weakness.

Jamie's fangs sharpened out and deeply growled, to intimidate the two. "I'll make you a deal. We'll let you live if you tell us where...is the Crimson Bride." Jamie coughed and held his body up at a kneeled position. "The Crimson Bride...doesn't exist. And my name is Jamie. Get it right, doucebag!" "Hmm. Playing the dumb card, I see." The man with glowing emerald hues hummed. He had a mischievous but stern aura and appeared close to his early thirties. He had short dark grey hair, a normal bulky body, and charming aesthetics.

Wrath muttered, “Holy shit he’s hardcore.” And Allistair was now grinning like it was his birthday. Lilith raised an eyebrow, taken aback. Lucifer gestured sharply. “Explain. Now.” Kaelen sighed. Then, with the resignation of someone confessing to forgetting to take the chicken out of the freezer, he said: “I’m… an assassin, name's Crimson.” Tyrel spoke hearing this familiar name. "Oh the famous serial killer they were talking about. And my favorite one. Wow didn't think I'd met you in person."

His lips then formed into a lopsided smirk. I gasped softly when I felt Lucien squeezing my waist as he grabs me closer to him. The Alpha of Crimson Pack then grinned upon seeing Lucien's gesture. "We haven't properly introduced. I am Drago Alessandrei Lestat, the Alpha of Crimson Pack. It's nice to finally meet you, Lady Ysobella." He offered his hand for a handshake. I was about to reach for it but I stopped when Lucien subtly gave me a signal not to by tightening his hold on me. But I don't want to appear rude so I accepted his hand nonetheless.