Dystopian Fantasy | Fairytale Reimagining | Speculative Fiction

Crimson Hunter by N.D. Jones — an African American paranormal romance reimagining Red Riding Hood with political intrigue and a powerful battle for equality.

Crimson Hunter explores oppression through the lens of werewolves and the witches who are in power. Ask yourself: What would you do if you fought for your freedom and won it against the very group that oppressed you? Would you create a fair and just society, or form one based on your group's superior status over your former oppressors?

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She's not afraid of big, bad WEREWOLVES. They're afraid of HER.

 

Where there is true love, equality must follow.

Oriana, the young ruler of a matriarchal society of witches and werewolf shapeshifters, carries a heavy burden. Tasked with controlling the primal werewolves, she must balance her power with her dream of a world where witches and werewolves coexist as equals. But forging a new future requires breaking the chains of ancient animosities—and trusting a love that defies tradition.

Marrok is determined to succeed where others have failed: to build a lasting bond with the witch who holds his heart and the fate of his clan in her hands. But his love for Oriana clashes with his bloodlust, and the shadow of oppression threatens to destroy the fragile bond between them.

As passion ignites and tensions rise, Oriana and Marrok must navigate a treacherous path of trust and rebellion. Will their love spark a revolution—or will the ancient rift between their kind doom them all?

Crimson Hunter is a spellbinding reimagining of Red Riding Hood, blending paranormal romance, political intrigue, and a fierce battle for equality. This standalone tale in the Fairy Tale Fatale series ends with a guaranteed HEA.

Excerpt

Howls slashed across the beleaguered city like deadly claws. The incessant sound shattered windows. Jagged glass shards fell like deadly rain, cutting and adding to the pools of blood that already soaked the ground.

Oriana lifted her face to the starless night sky, sweat rolling from her brow into dark-brown, unblinking eyes. The orders of her mother, Matriarch Kalinda, reverberated in her mind. “Wild Moor will be our final stand. You cannot allow the beasts to claim that border city, Crimson Hunter.”

More howls carved through the darkness, followed by the tk.tk.tk.tk.tk.tk of rampaging paw feet. Oriana lowered her head. This was it then: the final battle of a day-long war. Countless had already died—many by her own hand in defense of her sisters—all by order of Matriarch Kalinda.

Oriana raised her arms, the liquid steel within mixed inorganic with organic—a potent witch’s brew of strength and control.

“Come forth, Ravagers of the Lost.” Red sun magic burst from Oriana’s hands. Wild flames sparked and hissed. Channeling the flames into her arms, Oriana willed the magic to comply. From the sparks and hisses of magic, twin cannon guns formed, replacing her arms from elbows to fingers.

“Shift,” Oriana ordered her Crimson Guard soldiers, trained witches under her direct command as Crimson Hunter.

Sun magic surged, turning limbs into shields and weapons.

Across the battlefield of cracked roads and burned buildings, the howling stopped. Silence descended—an emissary of violence, blood, and death.