The Bad Guys Crimson Paw นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Go on." The boys removed their masks one by one. "No way," "Boss?" "Adrian?" "Babe?" Zoe waved her hands in the air. "Wait a damn minute. So, let me get this straight, Chris, Jack, and Poet Wilder are Crimson Clan." "You can't forget about Apollo River, the Mafia King." Chris joked. "Oh no, we can't forget that." "And let me get this straight, Zoe Autumn, our Lead consultant. Sandra Pearl, our Corporate Broker. Nina Elizabeth, and Alicia Sun, our Ethical Hackers, are members of the most desired Ruby Tears."

“I was already doing it, you did not have to yank it off me!” Lev says nothing. His rough hand pushes the heavy door open wide. Then he shoves me hard inside. I stumble. Yelp. The box is small. Dark red walls. Two soft chairs. A low table with a bottle and one glass. Half full. Blood red liquid. And a man. His back is to me. Shirtless. Skin pale like snow. Tattoos cover every inch. Black ink. Wolves. Knives. Skulls. Snowflakes. In the middle, huge, the Morozov crest. The same wolf.

Brianna sneered. Growling in exasperation, the Alpha wolf then ordered its pack members to retreat and leave the man behind. "Don't think that you're lucky. The Crimson Pack is notorious for being vicious and cruel to rogues," it said as it caught up with its pack. The man's pupils are dilated after hearing it. ***

I say holding a finger up to my lips, to tell Crimson to be silent. “I think you should come home, Tawny. It’s not safe for you in Cambiador.” I’m confused, a little shocked but mostly pissed, “Why the change of heart Hunji?” “I don’t trust Crimson. What he is.” “And what do you think he is?” Nobody outside of Cambiador, except Tolba, knew what Crimson was. Unless word had spread that quickly. “He’s a Skinwalker. A shifter that can change forms. Chakor has been posing as Tobias here in the Kodiak Kingdom as well as in Riocht.” Hunji begins to explain.

of the Crimson Flame Pack, using sound blasts to disorient enemies. The Gamma in charge of recruitment looked up, frowned, and waved them off. "Under eighteens aren't allowed——" His words cut short. Paisley spun and leaped, steel studs on her boot soles sparking against the ground. Her whip lashed out like a living thing, ensnaring a granite target twenty paces away. Her left arm suddenly shifted, gray wolf fur bristling with veins, wolf claws gripping the whip handle tightly. With a muffled roar, spiderweb-like cracks spread across the rock surface. As chunks fell away, they revealed the Dragon Ash's ice-pattern insignia embedded within—a provocative display of a wolf's trophy.

But the last paragraph makes Sera's breath catch: I'm scared, Aunt Chen. I think I've uncovered something bigger than I realized. The corruption goes deeper than just our pack. Elder Marcus has been selling information to a hunter organization called the Crimson Order. They're not like other hunters—they don't just kill rogues. They want to eliminate ALL supernatural beings. And Marcus has been helping them. I've told Sera about some of it. She thinks I should go to the alpha. But I'm worried Dante won't believe me without concrete proof. So I'm collecting evidence. Thomas is helping me hide it.

I urged, my vioce laced with concern. What did the outcast reveal to you? We need to know what we're up against.” These same Crimson Fang attached my pack recently, threatening our peace of mind. I should get them off our path. Tyler’s face deepened with a masked defeat.“The crew uses dark magic gotten from humans to wrestle. We're not their match” Tyler said, his voice cracking. Raven grinned, nodding her head smoothly. “ I see, so this Is it?... Crimson Fang's source of power is darkness… Now does that make us any less formidable?”

This statement stopped me short, and I drew back slightly to study his features for any sign that this was one big hoax. Surely, it had to be, but Michael’s expression remained drawn and wryly amused, if not dead serious. Eventually, I responded. “Impossible.” The word slipped out of me in a low whisper, and Michael smirked, nodding his head slightly. “Yes, I agree,” he told me. “In this day and age the existence of an uncontacted Pack should be impossible, but I can assure that the Crimson Shadows are as real as you and me.” He paused to take in my reaction, before adding: “And they are the most dangerous Pack of werewolves to ever walk the face of this earth.”

n "I am Alpha Finlay of the Crimson Paw's pack in Easton, Alpha of Alphas, so yes, my claw bruise can be poisonous to non-werewolves like yourself and your brother." Finlay managed to reply because Draco's poison was making it unable for him to breathe properly. He couldn't even see straight, his vision was blurry and his wolf was fighting against the venom from traveling to his head and killing him.

Even the teacher stood amazed at the sight his eyes bulging out of his head. A small smile etched upon my face as I gaze upon the so called bad boys Kristrin Slovac, Kyle Bower and the twins. Kristrin the leader as everyone calls him dressed in a black leather jacket, white t-shirt and a black denim jeans, his thick black hair styled to perfection, thick muscles prominent within his clothing and a perfectly chiseled face made him look definitely like a hot bad boy or playboy for that matter. While his best friend Kyle had a dark skin tone, very tall with a slender body that could die for he was more of a supermodel type girls drooled at him.