Crimson Squad の小説・ストーリー

Jerseys. Oliver’s entire Crimson Lions squad is here, a dozen or more, their team colors practically shouting against the beige hospital walls. They carry everything from small bobblehead mascots to stuffed animals so oversized they have to be hugged with both arms. Someone even has a foam lion head tucked under one elbow. The smell of deodorant and energy drink creeps into the antiseptic air as they gather outside Oliver’s door, voices tumbling over one another in bursts of laughter and “Is he awake?” and “Man, we brought everything we could.”

Crimson felt so lucky that is gradually transforming her pack from olden days to a new modernized system. TBC

I opened it and felt the world tilt. Crimson Dawn wasn't just recruiting Ascended humans. They were building an army. Fifty thousand trained, disciplined, fanatical soldiers. And they were planning coordinated strikes on every major supernatural stronghold simultaneously. The target list was comprehensive and terrifying. Silver Moon pack. Ravencrest's vampire coven, now leaderless and vulnerable. Luna's Nightshade pack. The Survivor Camp where refugees had gathered. Every major supernatural settlement. All at once. "When?" I demanded. "Intelligence suggests one week. They're finalizing preparations now."

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.

“We go scorched earth?” Matteo turned to me. His eyes were darker than I’d ever seen them. “No. We go surgical. We cut out the cancer from the inside.” My heart was pounding. “Then we need a team.” His nod was small but final. “Build one.” We called ourselves The Crimson Line. Because that’s what we were now. Not rebels. Not survivors. Just a blood-stained barrier between the world and the monsters we had failed to stop. I made the first call to Silas. He owed me more than just loyalty—he owed me his life.

ILANA. The Blood Moon Festival came five days too early. On the third evening, the moon bathed its eerie, crimson glow over the Nightshade Pack. This was an event rarely experienced and considered by the pack to be a sign from the Moon Goddess, hastening the fate of two destined mates. The pack was in an uproar of joyful frenzy. The whole of the pack square hummed with excitement, as though even the air vibrated in anticipation. I faltered at the door to Rana's small cabin and brushed off invisible lint from the pale blue dress that Rana had lent me for tonight. "Rana, are you sure about this?" I asked, trying to keep the nerves from edging my voice.

" A somber silence settled in the grand hall as the Crimson Pack members listened attentively. The gravity of the situation was reflected in their expressions, their eyes filled with determination and sympathy. "I stand before you today, not only seeking your aid, but also hoping to forge an alliance against Swiftclaw," I continued, my voice firm yet filled with a touch of vulnerability. "His actions have threatened the peace and security we have fought so hard to establish. Together, we can bring him to justice and rescue Scarlett from his clutches."

From the corner of my eyes, I could see Tia nervously glancing at me. "So... About the higher court," I said, "they said something about a squad of elites." "Oh, yes, about that... It's like a team of vampires, Supreme, ordinary and Abnormals that have exceptional battle skills and training. Supreme vampires are easily adopted into their team because of their increased strength, speed, agility, tolerance to wood and all those other abilities you have. Same goes for vampires who possess the mind’s-eyes—" "So is Jhan amongst them?" I asked her.

Brea’s scream fills the clearing. The clearing degenerates into chaos as some witches turn on their neighbors, catching them unawares as they attack them fatally. Five of the council members attack those nearest to them, taking three council members out of the fight in a matter of seconds. “Dogs!” Green-silver light lashes at some of the traitors, obliteration them into specks of ashes in an instant just as the cursed ones arrives in their hundreds. No comment is given, no questions asked as the two groups attack each other, throwing the clearing into a deeper chaos.

"You see, I am the alpha in the pack. You are supposed to be my Luna. I know that you are confused and upset right now. I am sorry about that. But you need to understand. Ryder is an outsider. Unless he is turned, the pack will kill him on sight. That is just how it works. If they smell human scents on you as part of your scent and your brother's they will kill you both. I won't let that happen. There is going to be a full moon tonight. You, tell me what you want to do? I will kill him or I will bite him and change him. He may die anyway. Your brother is not a strong child. But he has a better chance that way. Becoming a wolf may save his life. If he lives he will become strong like the othe