Six Crimson Cranes 2 Novels & Stories

I got home and just dashed towards her room in a hurry, I heard some weird sounds but just couldn't comprehend what they were. "Oh my god!! Charles knock, that's why there's a door" Crimson screamed while struggling to close her laptop. "Okay Crimson first of all I never really knock, secondly I barged in because you didn't pick any of my calls and lastly what the hell are you trying to hide on your laptop?". With that Crimson bounced off the bed and grabbed her laptop placing it behind her back, it was then I finally noticed what she was wearing. She wore a transparent black silky singlet that showed her two cups and hardened nipples, then had a matching lacy panties that looked obviously w

After some fighting, the three of them managed to kill two crimson demons and one green demon. The demon's bodies turned into rewards after they were defeated. There were twenty-five thousand spirit crystals in total. In truth, it was not that big a sum, but Tanner and the others suddenly appeared at that moment. Maxcus's side had just been through a large battle, and they were caught completely off guard. That was how all of them ended up injured. However, Tanner was not planning to kill them at all. Instead, he assured them that he wanted to let them go, but that was only if they gave him two hundred thousand spirit crystals as compensation! Of course, they would not be allowed to take the

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.

After they headed toward the elevators, Regina glanced at the clock on the wall. Nearly noon. The day stretched ahead in predictable calm, and she let herself relax slightly, shoulders loosening. Then the email notification chimed softly on the computer screen. She turned, clicking it open absentmindedly. Subject: Crimson Hollow Alpha Convention — Full Capacity Booking Her stomach dropped so suddenly it felt like she’d missed a step on a staircase. She stared at the screen, the words blurring for a moment before snapping back into focus. Alpha Convention. Her pulse quickened, a cold ripple spreading through her chest.

The Red room sounds so cliche but I hope it is not what I actually think it is because that room name is popularly common in one thing. The door swings in and immediately dim red lights glow from the ceiling, the black walls drink the light. They are chains hanging from the ceiling. Then I saw many other things. Whips, paddles, strange metal toys line shelves. A large wooden X-frame stands in one corner. In the center, a suspension rig with rings and cuffs. They are mirrors on every wall so I see myself from all sides. The room is exactly what I think it is. I would be bare soon and weak. The room smells of leather and oil. My belly falls and my knees tremble.

Anthony nearly leaped for joy, his face lighting up with a smile that he could not hide if he tried. In the shadows by the door, Sebastian's expression darkened even more. I took Anthony's hand and turned to face the doorway, locking eyes with Sebastian, whose gaze was filled with jealousy and a hint of danger. Without a sound, my lips formed the words clear as day. "Well, Sebastian, the Carusos and Russos are joining forces in this lifetime. You won't stand a chance. "The only fate waiting for you is to die without a trace."

Amidst the heavy snow, 27 white cranes were suddenly swept up by the mountain wind and circled into the shape of a heart against the blood-red sunrise. The pine branches by the graves gently rustled, sounding almost like the humming of a familiar old tune. Some people found a new life, while others would never be free.

Crimson, still moving at superspeed, had then descended upon one creature that turned out to have been devouring the insides of one of the warehouse men. He struck it twice from the back then added one powerful blow that sent a bolt of lightning ripping apart the creature. Kristina was then on his side. The creatures were still quite a handful, their ferocious figures darkened in the night. “There’s too many of them!” Crimson said. “Yeah, no shit!” Kristina snapped back, twisting her dagger in her hand. Crimson was then thinking about getting both of them out of there when the sky boomed followed by a bright luminescence that turned out to be some kind of large mass of energy just a few feet

"Prepare for your new prison, slave." The back door opened, and the witches jumped off the car, making way for four bulky men who lifted the cage with me in it and then carried it out. The rising sun blinded me, and I had to cover my eyes from the light, but as my eyes adjusted to the brightness, my heart stopped. Blood. The ground was painted in a raw-red color that sometimes blended with strokes of dark ashes and black charcoal. Dead bodies of young and old wolves gutted, cut, and ripped to pieces covered every inch of the ground. The four men who carried my cage walked, stomping on the torn flesh of their enemies—the wolves of Crimson Mountain Pack.

Crimson took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her skirt and entered the clearing. As soon as she stepped out of the Labyrinth, and into the moonlight, the forest went completely quiet; not an owl, not a cricket. She shivered with the power of the place. Crimson made a conscious effort to breath as she peered into the trees hoping to get a bit of a warning as to the Dragon's approach. She heard a rustling of leaves off to the right. She whipped around to see... nothing there. She thought she saw a shadow pass between two trees, but perhaps it was only the wind moving the branches. Her fear was mounting. She thought of running, but realized that there really was no life to go back to. There!