The Bad Guys Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

I said as I took the large and rough hand belonging to the large were-cat standing in front of me, but instead of shaking it, he bowed and brought my knuckles to his lips. “My apologies Alpha, I am Crimson, Kolby Crimson. First Zeta and Deputy, to King Armand, It is a pleasure to meet you.” He said, releasing my hand and must have noticed my confusion. “I am like your Beta, a second in command. Our ranks differ from the wolves and bears,” he explained. I nodded in understanding, “It is nice to meet you Crimson.” I tipped my head back at him, not quite giving him a bow, as my ranking is higher, to do that would be to show weakness.

“Are you gonna cut my allowance too?” “Stop talking, Hailey. That’s the drug talking,” Megan chided me. “You, son of a bitch!” someone just screamed that caught our attention. Then a thud followed. “Oh, my god!” Megan yelped. “What was that?” At the corner, there was a commotion. I knew exactly who screamed. I rushed towards Percie surrounded by the cops, but none of them seemed to pull him away. “You punched my girlfriend, asshole. You punched a woman! You punched, Hailey, you fucking sonofabitch!” Percie was on top of Adrian, punching his face. “I will fucking kill you!”

With over 14 points of saturation points, he had sufficient physical strength. He went to his room and open the big freezer and put all the dead bugs inside. That would stop the bodies from rotting before he extracted the usable ingredients from them. He then opened his sling bag and put all the gray-colored crystal on his bed. These soul crystals were the manifestation of the elemental affinity of beasts, the low-level beast in purple-bushes commonly had an affinity to Earth Elements. He had earned 4 gray-crystals from today's scouting. "Ah, Shit... NOT again!" Creed's hair stood up as he noticed something frightening.

"And the Ghost is born. Are you certain about this, Agent? Once you step through those gates, the Bureau cannot pull you out. You are officially an unregistered rogue." "I’ve been a ghost for ten years," Dante replied, his eyes tracing the silhouette of his mother’s face on a burning photograph before it turned to cinder. "Is the Vanni introduction set?" "It is. Enzo 'The Cleaver' Vanni is bleeding thirty million dollars a week because the Marcone family is raiding his northern supply lines. He’s desperate, paranoid, and looking for unlisted muscle. But he will test you, Dante. He’ll want to see if you bleed blue or crimson."

My father spoke, “It is here, in this place, that we celebrate today the reconciliation between the Shadowmoon Pack and the Crimson Fang Pack. Dark disputes once fueled fierce conflicts between us, conflicts born of primal instinct and ancient rivalries. But now, all of that is behind us. Under the full moon, we begin a new chapter. And so, I offer you the most precious thing I have, the hand of my daughter Valeria, to become the mate of the Crimson Fang Pack’s Alpha.” The wolves howled loudly in response, their united voices echoing throughout the forest and rising toward the stars. Then, A deep voice cut through the harmony. The Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack stepped forward, his gaze loc

Her smile was carved in cold precision, lips painted the color of blood remembered. “You always did underestimate me,” Valentina said softly. “You thought fire would cleanse. But fire only transforms.” Bianca’s dagger trembled once then steadied. “You’re a ghost wearing flesh.” “Perhaps. Or perhaps I’m the consequence of your unfinished sins.” Behind Valentina, shadows moved figures cloaked in crimson. Their masks were carved in the likeness of serpents devouring their own tails. The Crimson Pact is alive, reborn, and loyal to her.

The pack howled in rage and fear, some shifting fully to charge, others stumbling back. But the witches didn’t raise weapons. They raised their hands. Runes flared in the dirt, circling the Hollow Wolf. Instead of fighting it, their chants fed it, shadows thickening and fire burning hotter. The beast threw back its head and howled, its voice twined with their magic. My heart stopped.“No…” I whispered. The lead figure lowered her hood, with crimson robes and blind white eyes. The Crimson Seer smiled, lips thin, voice slicing through the night. “The cage has cracked. The beast will serve us now.”

Because I did not know what else to do, I took it and he led me forward until I could have sworn we were directly under the moon, then he brought out his claws. I flinched slightly, but did not run, there was some kind of power stronger than myself holding me in place, bending my will to his. His eyes were more silver than blue now, and I shivered in fear as he stepped closer to me. With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood.

The unnatural calm was the aftermath of death, a signature calling card of rogues. “It smells like rogues,” I said, inspecting faint paw prints embedded in the soil. We stood on the southern edge of the burned clearing, right along the border of a neighboring pack. “Rogues aren’t capable of this level of coordination,” Althea said doubtfully. She stood behind me in a protective stance, eyes never straying from the mission. “How did they gain access to crimson fire?” She was right. Only crimson fire could cause destruction on this scale, and it was obtained solely through a pack’s forgemaster or someone powerful enough to secure it. Rogues were neither. If my suspicion held true, they had hel

I looked back at Eve, her unconscious body laying there almost lifeless. “I can’t shadow. I owe her my life,” I said, sighing. I ruffled my hand through my hair whilst I closed the room door. “so you're ready for it to cost us our mate. You want to just make that call on my behalf? I refuse to lose our mate,” shadow growled in rage. “I’m afraid that inst a decision we can make.” I sighed. Just then, Josh's mind linked to me. “Andrew, we have a problem. Crimson pack has identified a level seven traitor.” He said in a scared tone. Josh was never one to get scarred easily. He was always steady. So his fear had awakened my own.