Novel & Cerita The Bad Guys Crimson Paw

Crimson was speechless, like she couldn't even believe what he was saying. "What the fuck are you saying! You don't live here and so you can't tell who is evil and who is not." Tyler thundered. "It's okay Tyler, you don't have to explain to him anything, what do I expect to get from a dumb illiterate Alpha, do you know what I regretted? I regret spending some important Minutes of my life with someone as worthless as you, you are just the same, like Alexis, both of you are betrayers, you easily can decide that I'm a bad Person when you yourself, you are worse than the devil, I don't have time to continue wasting on you, get out of my pack else you will face the consequences." Crimson ranted a

I stood at the top of the small slope that led down to the clearing, watching in shock and fear as beasts fought beasts and ripped away each other's throats, vampires slashed and killed opposing wolves and as vampires were instantly torn to multiple pieces by the ferocious bite of a wolf. I spotted a great grey wolf. About half the size bigger than Nicha and he gang. The wolf was saddled with the red and silver and it had a red fiery blaze in its eyes. A long scar ran down the grey wolfs left eye and Alzaraq fought powerfully against an equally large, dark brown wolf with the same fiery blaze in its eyes—Hardaj. I spotted Tia, sh has her back to Jereum and Jhan was stabbing at a wolf's eye b

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Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.

They expected less for Mizu to win based on what her performance was showing. There's this group of three people in a very loud conversation, wearing a dark purple cloak with a crest of a black wolf showing its mighty canine teeth and an entrancing dark purple flower surrounding the creature— the Wolfbanes of the West House. They sit comfortably on the couch while facing some of their kohai's and boastfully saying with their loud ducky voice that can be heard throughout the area: "If I was in that game, the two of them will turn into a pulp in a single minute." the guy in the center of the three said with full of confidence.

I was still Jacob Phillips, the toughest nail at school, the big bad wolf of Greenville High, the king of. "JACOB ALEXANDER PHILLIPS!! Put Pete down this instance!" My thoughts were interrupted as I heard Lily's melodious voice, which sounded like a lioness's roar. Oh fuck...I thought and released Pete. He ran off and tripped, which made me snicker but then I immediately wiped my smile off as I saw Lily's fiery gaze. Who was I kidding? When it came to her, I was not a big bad wolf. I was more like a helpless lamb. She made me weak in my knees. As my friend Trayce once said, I was completely whipped.

⸻ Different. ⸻ Older. ⸻ More controlled. ⸻ The Golden Wolf slowly rose. ⸻ His massive body radiated golden light. ⸻ Ancient runes ignited beneath his paws. ⸻ “The Crimson One.” ⸻ Silence followed. ⸻ The corrupted heir bowed dramatically. ⸻ “Finally.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Someone remembers.” ⸻ Amara felt a chill. ⸻ The Crimson One.

Lucky to be alive, but then a cripple. He dragged himself back, looking to hide out with the small-time crooks he used to look down on. However, his 'shining achievements' were the talk of the town, and nobody wanted to shelter this total washout and walking disaster. He could not even find a spot in the lowest rungs of the criminal ladder.

“Then it’s not just showing me what’s happened. It’s showing me what will.” Theo reached beside the table again and pulled out a second item from the leather folder. It was slim, bound in deep red linen, the corners worn with time. He hesitated before handing it to her. Her breath caught the moment she saw the title: The Crimson Letter By Isla Ward She stared at it, her hand hovering. “Where did you get this?” “I found it last year,” Theo said quietly. “Tucked behind the books in the library’s upper shelf. I didn’t know what it was at first. Just that it felt… wrong.”

A trap. The charges were holding up. Every shred of evidence tied Nathan’s name to the operation. His fingerprints. His emails. Surveillance footage. It was air-tight. Too air-tight. And Neera knew better than anyone — airtight cases were the messiest ones of all. Because real criminals made mistakes. This? This was curated. She opened her laptop. Searched again. Kieran Renzaro. Still no concrete criminal record. No legal paper trail. Just whispers. Rumors. And one curious truth: every man who had ever gone public against him either vanished or bled.