Ragna Crimson Videos Novels & Stories

They will be having their date by themselves. And Rina, browsing through her retinue of phone pictures, Ysabelle dug up an ancient but very clear video of Rina in a strip club dancing on a pole. Ysabelle searched for her number on her chat and sent her the video. Rina should understand the message clearly. If she ever dared to boot in, James would be the one ending her life himself and not her. She had a bulls load of evidence her and she was not scared to use it. She swung her overnight bag over her shoulder. She made her way to her pick up truck kicking the engine back to live. She drove furiously out of the compound, glad she could have a breath of fresh air.

One of the omegas who accompanied them also made recordings with his phone of some conversations between Jarl and Lizzie, the moment they shot Katrina, and when she fell off the cliff. Ragnar had it investigated and they discovered the videos, compiling all of them, also the ones showing Jarl sacrificing young human females and some female wolves from his own pack, just for the thrill of hunting. In the surveillance camera of the cabin where Ragnar was staying, you can see the exact moment he arrives with Katrina's injured body, and later the doctor's arrival to treat her. "What the hell is that?" Mauricio asks again. "Did you gather us here to show us this?"

She turns around meekly " my head is not cemented okay " " Yeah right" Crystal hits his shoulder hard " shut up " He smirks liking the boldness " oh really, I can shut up but .... " Brings out his phone and shows her the twerking video She gasps in shock and tries to grab the phone " Ah not so fast stripper" he teased rasing the phone from her reach She glares at him " why did you video me , that's invasion of privacy" Rylan grins " privacy my foot ". Goes close to her , she was even feeling his breath on her face

My heart fluttered and my breath caught in my lungs at the thought of how his ‘were’ form was just as handsome as his human form. His claws dug into the rogue's neck and, with one swipe, tore it wide open. The rogue went limp, and I watched in awe as Crimson leaned over the dead rogue, his fur shimmered to a bright yellow and back to the deep hue of red, right as the rogue gasped for his last breath before dying. “Crimson!” I called out to him, coming to my senses, wondering what it was I had just seen. This night was full of strangeness.

roamers aren't the only thing eating ppl out here. Aria clicked the video and watched it with Selene leaning over her shoulder. It was shaky, filmed from behind a car window. The figure lurching through the street wasn't just a roamer — it was fast. Muscles twitching like they didn't belong under its skin, face torn at the mouth from trying to speak or scream. It tore someone's throat open in seconds. The blood was everywhere. "Damn," Aria whispered, recoiling.

she shrugged lightly “—you get your revenge, and I get my leverage.” Claudia didn’t hesitate. “Do it.” Selena smiled. — The video dropped at midnight. No name. No watermark. Just darkness… and movement. A grainy clip filmed from too close, too fast. Red eyes flashing for a fraction of a second. Claws scraping stone. A distorted silhouette—tall, monstrous, powerful. Not clear enough to confirm. But clear enough to suggest. Social media ignited. Speculation exploded like wildfire. Is that Draven? That looks like the Alpha from the North—

Elderly survivors hunch over small fires, their hands trembling as they grind medicinal roots into paste. Children chase each other with sticks, but the moment they spot us walk in, they scatter, avoiding us like we’re monsters. ‘Their eyes…’ Grimm adds as I tilt my head to look around. Sure enough, the warriors all have crimson eyes, and it seems everyone here does too. They’re all Crimson Born. Women carry bundles of dried meat and firewood. Their eyes dart toward us, whispering to one another while holding their children close. Some people leave their homes just to watch us walk by, like we are dogs being paraded around for a show.

“The crimson mark she is talking about. Months ago, before the Alpha ceremony, I saw Sienna wearing a talisman that had a red moon on it. I thought it was just jewellery.” “Crimson?” Maddox asks. “Yes,” Craig confirms. “But now... I remember. That colour, that mark—” “It’s a charm used in essence theft rituals,” Richard finishes, his voice dropping to a whisper. My eyes widen in horror. Maddox grips the back of a wooden chair, her knuckles white. “So she didn’t just manipulate Keegan...” Her voice is laced with a fury that matches my own. “She’s been bleeding your wolf dry.”

“The Crimson wolves have always been in the FireHeart pack, because their flames and uniqueness comes from the same flames that emanate from the crimson throne.” “Can I ask a question, Doctor?” Minister Blackthorn asked suddenly. “You may.” “You spoke about survival of the fittest, how sure are you that the crimson rogue we showed you is not actually a crimson wolf but a generated one?” “The eyes,” Doctor Monroe said, his smile stretching. “The eyes never lie. A crimson wolf is made crimson because of its distinctive red color. This distinctive color is shown both on the fur, the eyes and hair. They have a characteristic pale white skin like snow. That is the characteristic of a crimson. If

Joshua thinks that he wouldn't be that surprised if he starts to form wrinkles on his forehead and be deaf from listening to Leo's endless bleating like a goat. "I'm sorry, I don't follow. Who is Crystal Mayhem?" Joshua Brenner is quite a liar. He knows who is Crystal Mayhem, and it was only a coincidence that she happen to rent a room in his building for a week because of her work. And as Joshua Brenner see it as an opportunity for his "annoying" friend, he sent him to do the room service and this happened, just another normal day of being a good listener to his "worker's" fuss.