The Bad Guys Crimson Paw Novels & Stories

Crimson Moon Pack was known for having many prisoners, snakes who had slithered through their land, rogues, dangerous wolves, disobedient people gotten from the other packs they had attacked and taken over to enlarge their pack. Of course, that was why it was the largest and most feared pack in all of America. They had almost 5 thousand werewolves in the pack and a huge territory consuming half of the forest if not more. Their warriors and pack control patrollers were the best, huge, well trained and lots of them. They had captured a lot of people and went for blood and power, being led by Alexander Gray, Lexus' grandfather. It was risky knowing that every one of them, if they had escaped, w

Gray is the first to break the silence between them. “How did this happen?” He asks. “As you know,” he says. “Last night was the second turn for most of the pups. Bo and I had hoped that because we hadn’t given them any wolfsbane that they would be alright. More in control. This is the first time in history that we have ever had to face anything like this, but… We could never have expected this.” Gray takes a deep breath, before looking back up at Alazaer. “I thought it was your job to make sure that there were no humans camping this far out here last night. I thought it was your job to look after the pups until they have been turning for a full year,” Gray growls through clenched teeth.

People gasped, staring aghast as I lifted the Scarlet Mark out, the brand of the Rejected. "No!" one of Ilana's friends exclaimed, pushing forward but restrained by a pack guard. "Don't," Ilana begged, weeping tears. "Please." I clenched my jaw, reaching for her arm, soft, warm skin hesitating at the briefest of touches. My wolf growled at me in protest, and I pressed the brand into her flesh with a strained determination. Ilana screamed, the sound tearing through me like a blade. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the ground as the sear branded her skin. I released her in a sharp breath, stumbling backward with the weight of my guilt and regret.

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

"I don't think they care." For the first time. He sounded genuinely annoyed. "This is becoming exhausting." A giant wild crashed through a stone wall, scattering rubble everywhere. Its crimson eyes burned brighter than the others. Unlike the rest. It ignored the vampires completely. Its gaze remained fixed on Husen. From somewhere deep within the darkness, the mysterious voice spoke one final time. "Leave the others." "Bring me the First Crimson." The enormous beast roared. The sound shook the tunnel itself. Husen lifted his sword. The faint smile returned to his face.

This is another name for the human half of the Founding Ten. The Binding: A rare and ancient magic effect triggered by the ceremonial blood toast during an Accord marriage. It increases attraction and lowers emotional boundaries between the couple. It was created to increase the likelihood of a Crimsonborn being produced. The Crimsonborn: A child born from a sanctioned Accord marriage. Half human, half vampire. Children outside of Accord marriages are impossible. Without these children, the Accord will collapse. They age slowly and have the option to turn after the age of 18. The Crimson Registry: A registry of donors consisting of elite humans who offer their blood for favors of the Eternal

A collective gasp rippled through the study, the weight of impending doom pressing down on us all with renewed force. “Damn that Jermain!” King Brad bellowed, the force of his fury making the very table tremble beneath his clenched fist. “He has now kidnapped fifteen more she-wolves! Fifteen! From Silver Bow and Blue Moon. Alpha Zenic is beyond himself with grief and unbridled rage, that scumbag has also taken his daughter. Alpha Jack has already mobilized his forces. He stands ready at the border, waiting for Zenic’s command to strike Woodcrest beside him, prepared to unleash a storm of vengeance that will leave nothing untouched.

The first one made her stomach churn. It was a crime scene photo, the body of a man torn apart with a savagery that defied explanation. “This was taken last week,” Blackwood said. He laid another photo beside it, then another. “And these are from twenty years ago.” Lysandra stared at the images, her hands trembling. The claw marks, the blood patterns—they were identical. “It’s not possible,” she whispered. “There’s more,” Blackwood said. He pulled out a black-and-white photograph, older and grainier than the others.

The young man said “I do no one’s bidding. I just stay here and mind my business. What’s the proof of your clan?” Sebastian said. Looking sad, the young man turned to show Sebastian the strange tattoo Mara had seen on one of his shoulders. The latter nodded as he obviously believed him now. He took a deep breath and spoke again. “What pack attacked you?” he asked “Crimson pack.” The young man said “What?” Sebastian exclaimed “The crimson pack led by alpha Alexander Grimshaw. They were looking for a human girl.” Waylan said and Mara’s eyes widened.

I nodded my head. "That is a very good point, Malcolm." I commended him. "But what if they decided to fight with their wolves? The crimson shadow is known to be faster than any other pack, so they could easily dodge the bullet and even smell the gun powder before it goes off." Jake countered. "Hmm, you are right." Although the bullets are usually made of wolfsbane, one needs to be very fast to hit a warrior like those in Crimson Shadow. They were a fast and deadly bunch. We began to ponder the impending war. Each person contributes what they think will be the best. Ideas were getting rejected, and more kept coming up. I was even tempted to call my father, but I decided to hold off.