The Crimson King Novels & Stories

I thought she would at least tell her brother that she was the one that requested for me but she didn’t say anything and now I am going to face a very angry alpha king. Alpha Benardo is the alpha of the crimson moon pack and is known to be ruthless and unforgiven. Not only was he an alpha but he was king too. Many years ago, his forefathers had settled on the hills of Crimson and built a community that quickly grew wide and over the years, the royal family, as they came to be known, ruled the pack that grew in numbers to the point of becoming a whole kingdom which also became so powerful that no other packs stood a chance. Benardo took over as king at a very young age after his father was ki

Crimson took a deep breath, wiped her palms on her skirt and entered the clearing. As soon as she stepped out of the Labyrinth, and into the moonlight, the forest went completely quiet; not an owl, not a cricket. She shivered with the power of the place. Crimson made a conscious effort to breath as she peered into the trees hoping to get a bit of a warning as to the Dragon's approach. She heard a rustling of leaves off to the right. She whipped around to see... nothing there. She thought she saw a shadow pass between two trees, but perhaps it was only the wind moving the branches. Her fear was mounting. She thought of running, but realized that there really was no life to go back to. There!

“The rebels grow restless. Wolves across the nation are angry, at the King, at his hunter mate, at the soft peace. They haven't forgotten the Spring River massacre. They whisper your names, my King. Crimson Rogue. Rogue King. They say you understand what the wolves have forgotten.” My pulse quickened. “They are acting,” the man said. “Small strikes. Graffiti. Threats. More will come. The King and the Hunter named Sophie’s wedding looms; the rebellion will strike hard. They believe they are preparing the Kingdom for change.” Malik’s jaw flexed. “A rebellion?” “A seed,” the hooded man said. “One that grows with every mistake the King makes.” His gaze, dark and unreadable, shifted to me. “And w

Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby. "A gift," Alexander rasped, his eyes locking onto hers with unshielded possessiveness. "To match the crown you're taking back tonight." He stepped behind her, brushing her hair aside. The cool touch of the black diamonds rested against her warm collarbone before he fastened the clasp. His lips lightly brushed the sensitive skin just below her ear, sending a intoxicating spark coursing straight down her spine. "Let's go buy what's yours, Victoria," Alexander murmured near her ear

I swallowed. “It was under my pillow.” Sofia carefully picked it up. Her fingers barely touched the pendant before she gasped. “This is Crimson stone.” I frowned. “Crimson stone?” “From the Crimson Kingdom. It is one of the rarest gemstones in the supernatural world.” Her voice had dropped to almost a whisper. “Only the royal family has access to this kind of stone. They use it as a symbol of bloodline and authority,” she swallowed. “Ordinary wolves cannot purchase it. Even wealthy families are forbidden from possessing it unless the royal court grants them permission.”

"I understand, Klay. I am sorry for keeping this to you. We want you and the kids to grow up normally. We thought that nothing like this would happen again because the Scarlet Pack has been protecting our town for the past years. They already put the Crimson Pack to its proper place, but it seems like they will not stop until they get what they want." "Scarlet Pack?" I raised my brow. "Who are they? And, this Crimson Pack?" "It's a pack where Rozen belongs. His father is the current King of the Lycan and he is the legitimate heir. However, his half-brother proclaimed himself to be the king of the lycans, declaring war to each pack if they will not give them support. Since the war decades ago

At the center sat a man draped in crimson, his fingers tapping idly against the wooden surface. “You’re late,” he murmured, not bothering to look up. “I came as fast as I could,” the woman said, pushing back her hood. Her golden eyes gleamed with urgency. “The palace has fallen.” The tapping stopped. A slow, sharp breath filled the silence. “Is the King dead?” The woman hesitated. “I don’t know.” The figures exchanged glances. The air shifted. Then the man in crimson finally raised his gaze—and his eyes glowed a deep, unnatural red.

Third Person’s POV “Kill them!” “Make them suffer!” “The fall of the reigning werewolves has come finally!” All the roaring of the rogues and lycans are booming around the place. In the big area of the north pack which used to be the Crimson Crest pack, stood a huge dome that could fit one basketball court. The place was full of blood lust monsters who serves no one but the king of rogues. In the center of the dome, the king of rogues, Brody stood. Beside him on his right is his slut or soon to be queen of rogues. And on his left was the witch who became their ally to finally bring down the four packs.

More like you saw me run away from a battle more, a tiny voice retorted in my mind. Oniko brought me away from the scene of the carnage as the nighthawks led by the red matron cleared the area and burnt the bodies of the cursed ones and dead humans. “Wha— what’s going on?” I asked softly, raising my head as I sensed a wild surge of magic, a joint effort of the over ten witches beside the red matron. Oniko sighed. “There were over ten dead humans, no way we could cover it up, so they are severing their threads of Karma. No one would remember them and then there would be no questions when they turn up missing.”

I now turned to Critsy knowing it had to be said. “Gorm does not lie. Everyone listens, these are good people a good pack that is far stronger than we could ever be because they allow everyone to be who they should be, mate whoever they want to mate.” I watched as his eyes met Claire’s and she quickly put her head down. “There is hope here and love here. We can be happy without ever having to run away again and all we have to do is follow our true alpha, the last true descendant of the red wolves, the Crimson Priestess.” Hushed voices and intense shock swept through almost every single wolf.