Six Crimson Cranes Series Novels & Stories

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."

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With a comical gasp, she exclaimed, "Oh, is that crimson stew? I've heard so much about it!" Her eyes lit up with excitement as she leaned in, eager to share her knowledge. "Crimson stew is more than a dish; it's a culinary masterpiece born from vampire heritage. The key ingredient is crimson venison—meat from magical deer with a reddish hue, echoing the night's mystique. Marinated in rare herbs and spices, slow-cooked in centuries-old wine, and infused with drops of vampire essence, it's a taste of history and tradition, a connection to a world beyond our own." She describes the dish perfectly just like an expert connoisseur.

The Red matron announced, and they all left the room. I am suddenly yanked out of the room into his body as he lulled and fell into unconsciousness. To say he was scared would be an understatement. He was terrified! Kudaisi turns quick-short glances left and right, looking wide-eyed out both windows of the backseat of the taxi where he seats at the three black hawks tailing the; two on the right and one on the left. The hawks are so big their silhouettes darken the interior of the small taxi car although they fly over seven feet from us. Their bodies are the darkest shades of black He has ever seen, with stripes of brown across their feathers, and their red-bloodshot eyes seemingly stare har

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

We still had no proof, but I was willing to bet my life that the Crimson Pack had something to do with his accident and death. “I say let your father bring in this Renegade Pack and destroy the Crimson Pack. Crane is trying to bully your father into this deal only because they have numbers.” Ruby’s arm drops over my shoulder, she pulls me in for a squeeze, the scent of oranges and her male surround me, stifling me. “So, you and Cameron?” I divert the subject back to her latest love only because thinking of what the next week might hold is causing a serious headache to develop. Also, the idea of being mated to Creepy Crane had my wolf on edge.

White cranes danced in the sky above, while spirit apes frolicked on the ground. Dozens of protruding small mountains surrounded the mountain range like stars surrounding the moon, each adorned with cliffs and peculiar peaks. On the cliffs, phoenixes sang in harmony, while unicorns rested alone before the cliffs. Within the forests, there were immortal deer and celestial foxes, and in the trees, there were spiritual birds and celestial cranes.

He commands. The chair is lumpy and it hurts my back but I do not show discomfort as we maintain eye contact. I am in a new land with him and I am fearful that any movement may shut it off to me. Several minutes pass and we do not speak. We merely look at one another with new eyes. He makes no reach for me, nor I him. But it is there between us. The rope tethering two souls. Ring to ring, heart to heart. It is there, and I have never seen it before. It is not gray and melancholy. It is green and red and blue, the sky and earth all wrapped up into one. I do not bury my hatred. Nor do I invite in love. But for the first time I see we are more than strangers,

"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

Chris grunted. Ignoring Chris's whining, "I know where our stolen shipments are." "What, how?" He put a long silver case on the table. Inside the case were various weapons intricately designed. "I take pride in introducing something revolutionary for the Crimson Clan, Gen-CW01. Genetically coded weapons developed by yours truly. These are prototypes but efficient nevertheless." We were in awe. "When did you have time to do this?" "Come on, it's me you're talking to. Nothing can get in my way when I set my mind on something."