Six Crimson Cranes 2 Novels & Stories

And in the center, drenched in crimson fury—Crane. His chest heaved, eyes glowing with his wolf’s rage, fists dripping with blood that belong to no one else but him! Every head turned toward him. Every whisper stilled. And Lara’s heart thundered. Lara walked without fear, her bare feet brushing the cold tiles as she stepped closer. Crane stood in the middle of the bloody mess, his eyes glowing red as though soaked in rage. His chest heaved, breaths coming sharp and wild. “Lara, step back!” Alex’s voice thundered, sharp with warning.

Danica’s POV Hi, I am Danica Ravens and I am seven years old. Here, let me tell you a little bit about myself. I am the Alpha’s daughter of the Blood Ravens pack. We are werewolves. Yes, we do exist but we just don’t interact much with the human kind. It’s safer for us that way. I have raven black hair that extends far down my back with a single patch of crimson red hair just on the top of my head and my eyes are of the deepest emerald green just like my Mother’s. I am to be the future Alpha of the Blood Raven’s pack because I am the oldest and my Father never sired a male heir. My sister, Rebecca and I have a good life here with our parents. We are loved and well cared for among our family

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.

Holly expertly covered the crane-filled sky with a flat coating of cobalt blue. The roofs of the castle were meticulously lined, presenting a majestic painting of cranes soaring in the sky over the towering castle. The painting gave off a lively and meticulous impression. Not only did it capture the mysterious brilliance and grandeur of royalty, but it also embodied an ethereal and graceful charm. Finally, Holly meticulously dotted the eyes of each crane with raw lacquer. Their gazes were rolled back and lifelike.

"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

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

I looked like a dwarf beside him although I am taller than other girls, as I am five feet seven inches. “I am asking what your name is…” he said in his cold tone and I felt stupid in front of him. I thought he was staring at me but he was just waiting for my answer about my name. I breathed out heavily. My rating for delivery will go down from one to zero because he doesn't seem happy with my delivery service. Oh, shit*! “My name is… my name is... Crimson.” There! I gave him my name! I don’t like my name at all. How I wish that the orphanage named me Red or Scarlet and it was much better than Crimson.

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

A collective gasp rippled through the study, the weight of impending doom pressing down on us all with renewed force. “Damn that Jermain!” King Brad bellowed, the force of his fury making the very table tremble beneath his clenched fist. “He has now kidnapped fifteen more she-wolves! Fifteen! From Silver Bow and Blue Moon. Alpha Zenic is beyond himself with grief and unbridled rage, that scumbag has also taken his daughter. Alpha Jack has already mobilized his forces. He stands ready at the border, waiting for Zenic’s command to strike Woodcrest beside him, prepared to unleash a storm of vengeance that will leave nothing untouched.