The Bad Guys Crimson Paw Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I promise." Just then, the peaceful moment ended. A low engine sound echoed through the forest. One vehicle. Then another. Then several more. Everyone looked toward the narrow road. A long line of black armored SUVs emerged from the trees. They surrounded the group within seconds. The doors opened. More than twenty armed men stepped out. None of them wore The Circle's symbol. Instead, each man wore a silver badge shaped like a phoenix. Victor's face drained of color. "No..." Claire looked at him. "Who are they?"

“Ronan thinks there’s more to it. He suspects a couple of women from another pack are involved, but he doesn’t have proof.” “Proof?” I frown, shocked. “A vampire and a giant wolf literally attacked us. What else does he need?” “The wolf was rogue. No pack ties. But the vampire… we think he’s linked to a vampire faction called The Crimson Court.” Her voice hardens, and that strange glow returns to her eyes. “We don’t know what they want yet. And the rogue didn’t carry ID. No one in the Hollowbane Pack recognized his scent, either. That’s the problem. Rogues are loners. They’re often hired to do dirty jobs anonymously. Even if Ronan accuses the other pack, he needs solid evidence to back it up

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the amber runes flaring, the ground within the ring trembling, Crimsonborn wraiths rising from the frosted clay, their forms coalescing into shadowy, blood-frosted figures, their eyes glowing amber, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the hollow’s wind howling louder, the pool’s ice cracking, the obsidian stones’ runes pulsing faster, the Crimsonborn’s whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Crimson Hollow a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching a new chapter, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of blood a chilling promise, the pack’s

He was going to follow her and say all that was on his mind when he heard the front door open “Jared?” he heard Xavier scream “What’s wrong? Why are you screaming again?” he asked, impatiently “There is another dead body. It is a kid’s body again. We have to find a way to stop this. The people of Crimson valley are starting to lose their patience. It is a matter of time before thing go out of hand here. They are not buying my story of peace and unity anymore and they thing the blue silver pack has something to do with it” Xavier said

"I do Evans. And I will not hesitate to shove it to your face when you behave like an arrogant brat." I yank my arm away from his grip and limp forward to the entrance of the school building. I sigh in relief when I don't feel any grip on my arm trying to tug me back. Seems like I won this time. The only stain in my perfect academic life is Luke Evans. Tall with messy black hair and ocean blue eyes and sharp cheekbones with an aquilinity of a nose and pink lips that seem to glisten with a touch of Victoria Secret Pink lip gloss, Luke Evans is a walking handsome disaster. His chiseled abs and broad shoulders are just as thick as his lethal reputation as the most notorious badboy of Riverdale

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.

"Tell me all you know of Amara." Thalia begins to explain, her voice steady and filled with conviction. "Amara is unique, King Badan. I believe she is a hybrid—half wolf or lycan, mixed with witch's blood. If my suspicions are correct, she is the last descendant of the Crimson pack, making her royalty. It seems that she was bound as a baby to hide the immense power she holds within, and her counterpart was bound to never surface."

An airy laugh echoed out her lips in a two-toned voice. "This is bad. Hope Garrix senses this right now." Joshua gritted his teeth, seeing that he was majorly screwed right now. All the kids were single-handedly beaten by her. There was no telling how strong she could be. This was what Garrix was talking about, the unparalleled power of the Crimson Bride. His brown eyes shrunk just how close she quickly she was running towards him. "DIE!" _______________________________________________ Back at the school cafeteria, the Werewolf Halfling in secret hung out with Dorian, Maddie and Zack whilst they were in the midst of their conversation.

Coated with black skin and eyes just as red and demonic. “Retreat!” Ascena calls out to all, her voice echoing over the chaos. There is no flight. There is only fight at his point. Crimson leaps in front of us, His fur form large and vibrating with rage. His fur bristles and his teeth gleam. Aimed at Senko. “Join me son, or meet your fate with your friends,” Senko says to Crimson. Crimson roars at his father. Challenging him when Senko’s shadows begin to overshadow him. Taking hold of the Grimalkin whose whole body begins to glow – fighting off the magic that is slowly going to kill him.