Six Crimson Cranes 2 Novels & Stories

he shouted. Azrael only laughed at Levi. The two female wolves stood up and began walking. They went back to their base. If you were wondering why Azrael is slacking off and why was she sweating, well they only trained for what’s coming. It has been a week and Azrael has been improving a lot. They finally made a plan on how they could enter the bloody Crimson Crest pack with all those lycans. But just in case they’d screw up, they will need a lot of strength and skills to at least take down lycans. A life for a life. “Round 23!” Lexi announced from afar.

Even before I felt the hunger, it warned me, weakening me even more than the hunger did. Lately, the parcels had become so few and infrequent, most of the time, I was starved, walking around and trying not to stare at people's veins, because then I would get hungry, and the evil little silver thing on my neck would get another opportunity to drain me of strength.

Blanche asked, she stood behind them and rested her elbows on one of the shelves near the aquarium. "Because it's nice! Don't you think so too Blanche?" Forest said and Crimson gave her a look. Blanche opened her mouth but didn't say anything. She ran her eyes on them, Crimson was wearing a red long sleeve sweater and Forest have a green mini skirt under her purple dress. Crimson had a more defined waist than Forest but the latter has such a voluptuous body. Their chest was eminent in their choice of dress. "Even Crimson already met hers!" Forest told her excitedly.

A breathtaking place like a king's palace, a gold gate, and a vast expanse of flowers and tall trees surrounding the inner side of the estate wall. Her feet moved with awe and fear, her steps slowing as she approached the mansion's main door as if it were a monster that would swallow her. She entered the mansion with her mother—a vast, frightening space and opulence that took one's breath away. A middle-aged man with neatly combed black hair interspersed with a few gray strands stood there. It was Chris Myers, the richest man in America. He buttoned his suit jacket and extended his hand to Lila with a friendly smile.

As soon as Crimson blade finished her mission and jump-off out of the window. Aoi Akuma, who was standing on the branch of the tree, swiftly threw a dagger with attached folded paper on its holder. It penetrated precisely on bed’s wood frame just above Cederick, it almost got his head. Aoi Akuma terrifyingly smiles towards him before he jumps off following Crimson Blade.

“I’ll stall them. It’s what I’m good at.” “No,” Anaïs said. “They’ll kill you.” Crane gave a half-smile. “Only if I stop talking.” He stood and crossed to a wooden crate near the shelves. When he opened it, the scent of metal and oil filled the room. Inside was a compact satchel, already packed. “You’ll need supplies,” he said, handing it to Maris. “I pulled what I could. Food, flashlights, gauze, spare rounds. Keep moving. Head toward Haver. There’s a contact there. Same network. She’s quiet, but she owes me.”

I don't wanna play with some two-year-old! During the next two days, Crimson was like a woman possessed, going through all my dresses and accessories, trying to put together the perfect outfit for the day. The entire time my room was a mess with dresses scattered across the floor as she searched for what she considered to be the perfect dress for the day. On the day, Crimson had gone through my entire wardrobe twice and was by the end of it still going back and forth between two dresses she liked the look of, "Gosh, this is really difficult, I just can't choose which one I like best!"

It looks as normal as it could be. "I did it..." she whispered when the crow stopped squawking and fixed its gaze upon her. Karmina held the candle just a tad bit closer and noticed the blood that stained its dark feathers was also covered in black ink. She reached out cautiously and ran her fingers along its feathers, the black tainted blood smeared her fingers. As she smiled, the sense of relief washing over her, the crow's body expanded. First in its belly, then its head, until its body ruptured. She let out a scream as feathers, blood and bones splattered her and the inside of her hut.