The Bad Guys Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

The candles went out. Author’s Note - The Crimson Veil began as a late-night idea about what might happen if logic met temptation in its purest, most dangerous form. Evelyn’s curiosity is my own: the need to understand what we fear, even when it leads us somewhere we can’t easily return from. This story mixes gothic atmosphere, mystery, and forbidden connection—a slow burn between intellect and instinct. Every chapter was written and refined by hand, inspired by old literature and the darker side of human emotion.

Bass thumped faintly, the air vibrating with it. I parked in the dirt lot and climbed out. A couple of guys in hoodies stood near a folding table, collecting cash like it was a church tithe. I swallowed, pulled out a crumpled twenty, and slid it across without a word. The guy smirked, jerking his head toward the noise. “Third row’s open. Don’t wander too close unless you want blood on your shoes.” I nodded like I knew the rules here. My heart was already slamming against my ribs as I walked through the echoing corridor.

“The good girls are always drawn to the bad boys,” My phone made a sound again, and I quickly put it on silent so that my friends won’t get suspicious of the barricade of messages swooping in. “Please,” Maeve rolled her eyes at Aurora playfully. “Like you’ve never been drawn to trouble before.” Aurora smirked, raising her hands in mock surrender. “Hey, guilty as charged. But at least I know how to handle it because I’m a bad girl myself,” “Oh please!” Maeve dismissed her mockingly with a wave of her hand.

He shook his head, "No, my friend. There is a pack whose alpha shares your traits; we are what you might call allies, adversaries to Crimson. If you can collaborate with them, I assure you that your desires regarding Drew will be fulfilled." An adversarial group targeting the Crimson pack? There are numerous packs that harbor deep animosity towards them. Legends suggest that the alpha lineage once wielded immense power, though these tales may be mere myths. Nevertheless, the sheer size and strength of the Crimson pack have made them a source of envy, resulting in a multitude of enemies.

I wanted to sleep and rest but decided to just come see why Pearl was so angry with me for. I didn't expect to get slapped in the face now how dare you slap me Amber freaking Wu!" Crimson screamed her lungs out with all of her might, right on Pearl Lin's shocked face. For almost a minute no one talked or cried, everyone was shocked. Where did Crimson get so much caurage from, how comes she's now slapping them back and screaming at them? "Are you serious right now Crimson? Just how wicked can you be?

Still, it was enough to show other creatures that we werewolves weren't someone to be messed with. We also invited the Bloody Fangs. The Bloody Fangs was a group of strongest warriors without any ties to the 3 packs. Their most well-known warrior was their leader, The Crimson Warrior, who was also the most blood-lust warrior in the whole Lupo continent. His nickname came from the crimson helmet he kept wearing as he fought. I had heard that the Crimson Warrior himself would attend my ceremony. That made me wonder if he would wear his helmet or not. After all, no one had ever seen his face.

"Zuberi, tell me you found the scent trail." Zuberi didn't look up from his tactical interface, his fingers flying across the glowing holographic map of the Wolfspring Hollow territories. The blue light washed over his dark features, catching the sweat beaded at his hairline. "Niall Grimshaw isn't just running a rogue operation. He’s the blood heir to Alpha Theodore of the Crimson Fang Pack. They’ve been poisoning our borders since the great pack wars." "The Crimson Fangs," Malakai spat, a low rumble vibrating deep within his chest, his ears twitching at the underlying malice of the name. "They think because they control the undeveloped territory near Bloodmoon Lake, they can hunt our kind w

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

I called his name as I chased after him. He approached the silhouette I saw earlier, and the closer we got, the more I felt that something was about to go wrong. Suddenly, he punched the guy, knocking him down. "What the hell are you doing here?!" He exclaimed as he grabbed the guy's collar and pulled him up. Suddenly, as Crimson held onto the guy, he slowly started gaining colors. Crimson's warm colors merged with a light yellow color, kinda like Al's.

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