King Crimson Jojo Novels & Stories

Jeffrey was the first to get out of one of the cars. He raised his phone and snapped a photo of my front door, shouting, "We're here! First stop of the day, getting the Toyota Crown bridal car!" The others filed out one after another. Aunt Mindy, wearing a maroon colored jacket, immediately pulled out her phone and started livestreaming as soon as she stepped down. "Today is my son's big day! I'm livestreaming the ultra-rare old Toyota Crown that most people have never seen! Let me show you what real luxury looks like!"

“You’re holding Ena. The one with the freckle on her nose? That’s Faylinn. And the one with the little birthmark on her ear? Glynna.” My eyes well up with tears. “Ena, Faylinn, and Glynna. They’re perfect.” I spend the next fifteen minutes holding and loving each of them. I can feel my heart expanding with every moment. And then, the door opens—and JoJo walks in, supported by a nurse. It’s more precaution than necessity. I can tell by her posture and scent that her wolf has done her job. She’s fully healed. “Mama! I have to talk to you,” JoJo calls out the second she sees me.

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“Gemma was injured, but not badly. You better help him first.” Nero looked at Jo, who was slumped over against the shattered tree trunk. Judging from the up and down movement of his chest, Jo was still alive. And he looked incredibly healthy for someone who had just turned into Draconian. Nero took another look at Jo’s body. Something’s strange. He should have been badly injured. But he was fine. There’s not even the slightest scratch. “How can he be like that?” “I gave him the Endowment.” Lanaya crossed her arms, and also turned her attention to Jo. “The same gift I gave Hazkiel.”

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe

As Pixie's CEO, Harrison was the first to walk on stage to deliver a speech. Then, Joey appeared, wearing a jet-black deep-V dress with a blazer. She had cut her hair short and dyed it ash blond. Her lipstick was crimson red, and she had smokey makeup on. Wrapped around her neck and her wrist were seasonal obsidian accessories. She looked like a cool and dangerous heroine.

Moore asks. I use the link hoping that Jamie will naturally answer for me. “He says that before leaving Crimson Dawn Alpha Black gave him one milligram of sublingual Ativan. Half takes the edge off, one helps him sleep.” Jamie doesn’t fail to relay my message. “What are your names?” “I’m Jamison Williams and he’s Cole Redmen.” Jamie answers easily as we slowly make our way across the room. “What are your ranks?” It seems rank means a lot to this pack. “The seat he wants you in is right behind you. All you have to do is sit.”

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

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.

“We need the moonstone, not trinkets.” Blake rolled his eyes but kept pace, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “It looks the same to me. Shiny rock, shiny rock.” Jamie ignored him, already leaning over a counter draped in velvet. The vendor, an older woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, laid out polished stones—each one glowing faintly under the sunlight. True moonstone shimmered with a silvery-blue fire, the kind the pack required for the bonding circle. “This one,” Jamie murmured, holding the stone between her palms. It pulsed faintly, alive. She traded a pouch of coins without hesitation.