The Bad Guys Crimson Paw นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Because even though I came here with a rich friend, I was stuck with the rich boy who I am supposed to call Daddy and had the messiest relationship with. Paula was missing in action. She was dragged away by one of the store attendants to show her some new pieces and she had promised to return with new collections that she could try on and we would be the judge of it. Luka was sitting casually beside me, arms folded across his chest. He was wearing all black today. I swear that's his favourite colour, and it was a good choice because it suited him well. Dark to match his dark soul. Not like he didn't look good in them, it was Luka, he looked good in everything. He had on black trousers with a

Besides a pale face, she isn’t showing any other sign of discomfort at all, this was not the time to show weakness. “The wolf was far too strong for us to capture him while conscious, my Lord. Thus, I put a strong spell on a metal bolt and Flint used it to knock him out. Unfortunately, he used too much strength and shattered a part of his skull. As soon as I realized what had happened, I rushed off to get medicine for him. I left him with Flint, As such I am not aware of what took place . My Lord, it's all due to my negligence that Flint was killed and the wolf got away. Please give me another chance to amend my mistake, i can fix this i just need another chance to prove my loyalty to you" C

Raised and animated by the Crimson Sun's vile magic. Adrien skidded to a halt at the edge of the clearing. All the rage drained from his face, leaving behind a hollow, gut-wrenching pain. He knew them. He saw the faces of wolves he'd likely grown up with, trained with, laughed with. Now reduced to puppets for his enemy's cruel theater. The Sounder fell silent, his task complete. The only sound was the faint creak of leather and armor as the animated corpses turned their blank, crimson eyes toward us.

However, a new threat emerged from the shadows – whispers of a rogue pack, operating independently, yet somehow connected to the Crimson Fang’s machinations. This rogue pack, known only as the Shadow Stalkers, remained elusive, their movements swift and silent. They struck with brutal efficiency, targeting isolated outposts and supply lines, disrupting the fragile peace that had settled over the land. Their methods were different from the Crimson Fang’s frontal assaults; their attacks were calculated and precise, suggesting a high level of tactical skill and an intimate knowledge of the terrain. The few survivors of their attacks spoke of terrifying speed, almost supernatural agility, and a

Since then, her heart belonged only to him. From her story, I sensed the desperation of many omegas to have Alpha Caleb. It felt like a competition. I knew Alpha Caleb was good in bed, but I couldn't be with a man who slept casually with so many women. I couldn’t bring myself to tell her I was an Alpha’s daughter. Instead, I told her I was just an omega from the Crimson Pack. She said she knew the Crimson Pack well because her late mother had also served there as an omega. One morning, I overslept because I had worked all through the night.

Sandra listened intently, her expression softening with each passing moment. 'I'll help you, Annabella,' Sandra said finally, her voice firm. 'But you have to do something for me,' her expression is flirtatious enough for Isabella to guess what she's getting at. 'Sandra, can't you at least...' She cut her off completely. 'If you don't want me to help you, just leave. I'm not forcing you at all,' Sandra told her, she lit a cigar to smoke. She's a baddie, which is obvious, a transformed one because Sandra changed into this bad form due to her financial problem which led to the death of her sister.

You'd think after seventeen years, I'd be used to it. You'd be wrong. "Aria Blackwood," I read aloud, tracing the elegant calligraphy with my thumb. No one in Pine Hollow received mail with such beautiful writing. Hell, most of us were lucky if the bills arrived without coffee stains. The return address made my blood turn to ice: Crimson Moon Academy. "No," I whispered, my hands starting to shake. "No, no, no." But there it was, the official seal pressed into blood-red wax—a crescent moon wrapped around a wolf's head. Everyone knew what that meant. Every human between seventeen and nineteen knew what that meant.

Saphira had checked the trails for traps. But it wasn’t enough. Because the Crimson Pact didn’t come from the woods. They came from beneath. It started with a shudder in the earth. Then, a rumble. Before Elara could signal the alarm, the road split beneath them — stone and soil exploding upward in a geyser of dust and bone. Screams followed. Horses reared. The Warriors fell. Then came the shrieks. Not human. Not even Lycan. They were twisted things — Pact-forged monsters with flesh like tar and eyes like bleeding stars. Vampiric hulks, fused with black magic and bound in barbed armor. Their claws could rend steel. Their scent was rot and rage.

He had been one of the most wanted serial killers in history, which alone was a significant title, judging by the lengths he had gone. "I need the image fast, Malcolm. I need to find whoever had done this..." I said as Malcolm nodded, sketching the man's image further. I sat down as some minutes passed by, with my eyes glancing around the paintings, knowing they were made with the victims' blood and were still the bestsellers on the market, with the buyers craving such paintings. "I'm done." A voice jolted me back as I watched Malcolm approach my side. "He seems really great for my taste, but it's sad that i can't have him, or can I, Dominic?" Malcolm questioned. But this man, whoever he was