The Bad Guys Crimson Paw นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Crimson let out a sharp, pathetic grunt, stumbling backward into a row of wooden chairs as thick crimson blood instantly sprayed from his nostrils, covering his mouth and chin. He snarled, his eyes flashing a dangerous, bright amber as his inner wolf violently pushed to the surface, and he lunged back at me in a blind rage. We crashed hard into the solid stone wall, a brutal, chaotic scuffle breaking out as the other Alphas jumped out of their chairs to get out of the way. Crimson managed to get a tight grip on the lapels of my jacket, trying to use his weight to throw me down to the floor, but I quickly caught him by the throat, using my momentum to slam him hard against the massive stone p

“Black Crimson has an extremely distinctive style. If you have someone else paint for him, it’s just going to be written off as a fake.” “No,” Hayden assured him. “It’s not.” When everyone merely frowned, confused, I groaned and rolled my eyes, willing him not to stick out his own neck or admit anything stupid. “No way,” I told him, slashing out a hand. “I’m not down with that plan.” But he didn’t have to say anything. Because Camille suddenly gasped. “Oh my God,” she murmured, gaping between me and Hayden with sudden realization. “Black Crimson isn’t just one person. You guys are like the Brothers Hildebrandt.” She spun to address my brother. “Aren’t you?”

Brea stretches her right hand forward and the World stone appears in it, still in its dull unassuming form. “Everyone send your powers now!” Catherine commands. The chanting stops and a great storm of magic rolls as the witches all transfers power towards Brea within the cairns. A green and silver glow suddenly erupts from the World stone, bathing the whole clearing in its light and drawing gasps of surprise from all the witches. “The World stone!” a few voices hiss in surprise. A silent argument rises between Anna and Tilda in the circle formed outside the cairn a minute later.

Nakakaloko ang ngising nasa mukha niya habang binibitawan ang mga salitang iyon. “The original plan was we would let you live. But, there's just something in you that I don't like.” Dagdag pa ni Crimson. Napaluha na lamang si Calista habang patuloy pa rin sa pag-atras. “But then again, good job, pet.” Crimson uttered and shot her in the head. Nangibabaw ang lakas ng putok ng baril. Sandali pang katahimikan ang nanaig bago muling magsalita si Crimson.

And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs. He stood in the middle strong and unbothered by the screams of everyone. He raised his right hand and with that, opened a huge door on the far right side of the dome. With heavy steps and weak bodies, four men went out of the huge door. As they made their entrance, everyone shouted louder and more aggressive. “KILL THEM!” “CUT THEIR HEADS OFF!” The four men walked slowly and finally made it to the center facing Brody. Brody smiled in arrogance as he spits on one of the men, the Alpha of the Crimson Crest pack, Connor.

. The girl moves forward. “Hi, Jelena. I’m Nevaeh, and that hot blond that walked in with me is Cassia.” She looks back to the hot blond in question. She and Mathias stepped to the side. They seem to be arguing. Then suddenly, she’s in his arms, and they’re kissing. I look back at the group with my eyebrows arched. Neveah laughs, waving her hand in their direction. “Don’t mind them. Cassia is Mathias’ mate. Mikhail, here is my mate. So you’re a werewolf, huh?” She says curiously. I look at Mikhail, who seems amused by his mate’s chatter. Azazel, on the other hand, chuckles. “Bloody hell Nevaeh. Quit acting star struck every time you meet a supernatural.” Nevaeh slaps him in the stomach. “Com

pushing Alice away from that place who was trying to peek. Just after they leave, the Guy raised his arm upward as if he was trying to reach something in the air. Then, feeling the silence and cold air, he laughed maniacally. “All was according to my plan. I will never let you escape Crimson Blade! Now that you are already on the grasped in my hand.”

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."

And together… They were stronger than Rafael realized. ⸻ Miles away, along the dark riverbank… Rafael stood beside the body of another drained wolf. Moonlight reflected in the shallow water as he wiped a single drop of blood from his lips. The taste was wrong. Weak. Incomplete. He straightened slowly, gazing toward the distant forest where Crimson Hollow lay. Soon. The real power waited there. And when he finally claimed it… Even the moon itself would bow.