Romans & histoires The Crimson Gardevoir

his father spat and tossed back the rest of his drink. "Stay away from that girl," "Or what?" Garin challenged him. "Or it will be the end of her, you or both. The Red Hoods don't associate with shifters," he stalked from the room. Garin looked at the large book in front of him as if it were diseased. It appeared to be an encyclopedia of sorts. The Red Hoods emblem, a hood encircled by a bow and arrow, was embossed on the front in faded gold filigree.

She smiled, “her wolf is one that needs a strong human, not just anyone can control Crimson.” My eyes darted to her and then back to the road, “Crimson, as in blood, fire and brimstone, that type of Crimson?” She sat up straight, “why would you think like that and not that it is just the color red.” I shrugged, “Angel remember, I always think that type of stuff first,” I gave her a shy smile. She nodded, “it doesn’t matter, Crimson is gone with her, unless she is now with someone who didn’t have a wolf.”

“I guard it. My family built this place centuries ago. My bloodline… has responsibilities.” “To what?” I asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t answer. Just sat in the chair across from me and watched the fire. I noticed the necklace around his neck this time—barely visible beneath his collar. A silver pendant shaped like a crescent moon, etched with runes. I’d seen it before… in one of Elara’s journal sketches. “You knew about me before I came here,” I said quietly. “Didn’t you?” His jaw tightened. “You’re a Crimson,” he said. “Your bloodline doesn’t go unnoticed. Not here. Not in Ashwood.”

I urged, my vioce laced with concern. What did the outcast reveal to you? We need to know what we're up against.” These same Crimson Fang attached my pack recently, threatening our peace of mind. I should get them off our path. Tyler’s face deepened with a masked defeat.“The crew uses dark magic gotten from humans to wrestle. We're not their match” Tyler said, his voice cracking. Raven grinned, nodding her head smoothly. “ I see, so this Is it?... Crimson Fang's source of power is darkness… Now does that make us any less formidable?”

I was so confused by his actions. "Scarlet, as you know Rouge can not shift till after her birthday, if we can avoid it till then that would be for the best but I am aware that might not be a opition so my pack put me in place to make sure that if she does shift she will not be alone. I know you are often by her side so I want you to understand that if she shifts I will need to get her off school grounds as quickly as possible." Clarrisa was deep in converstation with Scarlet and the two seemed to be getting along well. Scarlet's orginal tight grip on my hand had been forgotten as she became more comfortable with Clarrisa and Wayne. I sat quietly as they discussed opitions to disrupt a class

Klyde commented when he noticed the reddish violet marks on her neck. "There's nothing thing to problem about, boss." He stood up and walks towards Klyde. It cannot be denied that Rig is much taller than Klyde. He stand above 6 feet. "Oh come on, the fun's just starting I'm still patiently waiting for the ass to show up. We have a sparring." "Your mansion has been robbed, I bet it was Christmas'." That stiffened Klyde. "What did you just say?"

"Are you?" "Yes, just a little wolf problem." "How about your friends?" She had been standing close to a little dark skinned girl which was part of the clan of the Nymphets. All of them with double the outstanding beauty of a vampire. "We are all good." "Okay." The adjudicator returned, holding a flooded red clothe in her hands. "You know I don't like the red robe—" She unfolded it by letting it drop whilst holding the top part of it and I saw that it was actually a red and silver embroidered one arm jacket.

Ciel continued. “If they stand behind you, protect them. If they stand beside you, respect them, and if they stand against you, defeat them." Jarvis proceeded. Kaizen slowly approached her; he hooked a hand under her chin and lifted her face to look him in the eyes. Brown met Crimson. “Always remember this, Roxanne.” “What?” She whispered. “A queen will always turn pain into power.”

I won’t leave this pack without answers. With their connection severed, Ivor took a moment to gather his thoughts. Tonight, held potential, a chance to uncover the truth about Zela’s whereabouts. Failing was no option here. As the hour drew near, Ivor dressed in a dark, sophisticated outfit that instilled confidence. He checked his reflection in the mirror, steadying himself for what lay ahead. Stepping out of the room, he braced himself for the chaotic energy of the party. Upon entering the grand hall, he felt an intoxicating wave of excitement creeping over him. Crystal chandeliers illuminated the vibrant color of the room, filling it with laughter and enchanting music. Wolves dressed eleg

I said, trying to goad him into talking, saying anything that might reveal more than he planned to The vamp smiled. "You know what they call me? Gareth. That's my name. I just think you should know it." Gareth the name rang a bell, but again, I could not fully recall what my brain was trying to tell me. "Have you decided on what you are going to do Percy? Are you going to help me kill the Vampire King? It has always been a little dream of yours, has it not?" "Yes. Yes, I would." Gareth turned and smiled then. A cold ugly smile, and for the first time. I got a glimpse behind his mask of weakness. There was a reason he was highly feared by the rest of the Vampires. Again, my instincts warned m