Prologue The Long Red Road Home

It was midnight.

The full moon and the stars shone on the open road.

The light of the moon giving the green hills a mystic glow.

The only other thing there was a sight which read: WELCOME TO ROYAL WOODS!

The road seemed quiet until you heard the roars of engines as several vehicles, consisting of dirt bikes, cars and a few trucks came into view. All of which were painted a shade of red or had a red marking on it or a wolf on the bodywork.

Leading the line of vehicles was a crimson 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 with tinted windows and a silver wolf on the hood. On the side were two motorbikes.

The one on the left was a crimson 2022 Road King Harley Davidson with a silver wolf head ornament on the front. The rider also wore a crimson helmet, thus obscuring her face. The rider was a woman, judging by the fact her body was toned and curvy with a large pair of D-cup sized breasts emphasised by the crimson tube dress under the black leather, low-cut jacket she had on plus black biker gloves and boots.

On the right was a crimson M2R RF125 S2 125cc 17/14 dirt bike with silver kanji on the side that read 'wolf' with a young male rider also wearing a crimson helmet. He seemed to be the youngest, with a short yet lean build, dressed in a crimson T-shirt with a black ace of spades on the front under a black leather jacket. The rider also wore a brown belt with satchels around it, blue jeans and a pair of black combat boots with crimson laces. Finally, he wore a pair of crimson fingerless gloves on his hands.

"So we made it back. After all this time." The female spoke.

"Yeah. Home sweet home." The boy added.

Soon the person in the car spoke.

"And I can bet the rest of the pack is eager as well." He said with a deep voice. The two bikers looked behind them and saw the small crowd of bikes and cars.

Behind the woman were at least nine bikers all riding different motorbikes. Each one of them were red while the rides also had some variation of red on them.

Three rode Honda motorcycles: A red Honda NC750X, a crimson Honda Dio and a scarlet Reva.

Another three rode Suzuki motorcycles: A crimson Suzuki V-Strom, a blood red Suzuki Katana with silver wolf outlines and a crimson and black Suzuki Boulevard.

The final trio were on Kawasaki motorcycles: a blood red Kawasaki 2022 Z900RS SE, a crimson Kawasaki Versys 1000 S Grand Tourer and a scarlet Kawasaki 2022 Vulcan S.

Behind the boy were five dirt bikes.

A red NewRay 57443 Honda CRF 2012 model, an M2R Racing KX110F 110cc Petrol 76cm Red Pit Bike, a scarlet Zipper 50cc Petrol Mini Kids Dirt Motorbike, a black Maisto 1:12 Kawasaki Ninja with red highlights, and a scarlet TT-R5oE.

The riders also were shrouded in darkness.

But there weren't the only vehicles around.

A crimson Toyota Hilux pick up, a 2012 Ford Mondeo 2.0 TDCI RRV ambulance with a crimson wolf head on the hood, a crimson Porsche 718 Cayman GTS 4.0, a crimson 1970 Plymouth Road Runner Superbird, two Ford Transit vans and a crimson Mazda CX-5.

All of the occupants were hidden in the darkness but there was one defining feature: They all had crimson wolf masks that illuminated from within the dark.

"I think it's time we mark our return." The female biker said to the driver of the car.

All the driver did was draw a large Murasama sword and pointed it into the air, unleashing the bright red aura into the night sky.

"And mark it we shall." He spoke as a giant katana with a crimson hilt plus silver wolf head appeared in the air, aura wreathing around it.


Meanwhile, in the sleepy town of Royal Woods, two individuals saw the large sword in the air, their crimson masks being the only thing shining in the dark.

"So they made it back?" A male voice spoke as he leaned on his cane.

"Looks like it. Let's round up the rest of the wolves. They need to know in case they didn't see the giant sword." A female voice added, whipping out a smartphone and tapping a text into a group chat.

A few minutes later, all of the vehicles entered a secret passageway behind a building where they all parked their vehicles. Waiting for the lot were the two aforementioned people.

"Lucifer." They said with a bow as the man stepped out.

Long crimson hair done in a ponytail, his black eyes shining through the mask. He had on a white muscle shirt with a crimson wolf head on the front under a leather jacket, black jeans and combat boots plus a pair of black fingerless gloves, holding his blade.

"Huntress. Phantom.' He spoke with a Japanese accent. 'I trust everything is running smoothly while we were gone."

The girl was a teenager of 16 years of Portuguese descent with long black hair held by a crimson headband and brown eyes shining through her mask, wearing a crimson blouse that showed her C-cup-sized breasts and a black skirt with black stockings and sensible shoes with a quiver and bow behind her back.

The boy was Caucasian with neat, black hair and blue eyes shining through the mask, aged 17, dressed in a crimson polo with a black tie under a black vest. He had on black slacks and brown shoes holding a cane. On his fingers were three rings each.

"Things have been slightly hectic. Once word half of the wolves were out of town, they came out of the woodworks.' The boy spoke with a slight Italian accent. 'They've been moseying around our turf and we managed to hold them off but it hasn't been easy.

"Tell me about it. A few of us got injured a few times we managed to hold them off. But we did find some recruits that need your authorisation to become a part of the clan. Until then, we had to make do with old masks." Huntress added with a sigh.

"I see. I'll go and mark them. Anything else?"

"Yeah. It concerns Wildcard." Phantom said as the youngest rider got off his bike.

"How?" He asked as he took his helmet off, revealing a head of snow white hair, covering his eyes slightly, blue eyes though his mask and freckles along with a chipped tooth.

Phantom simply handed a newspaper to him. When he read the headline, his eyes widened in shock.

It read: LOUD SISTERS' PLOT REVEALED! THE STARS OF ROYAL WOODS WERE NOTHING BUT BLACK HOLES AS PLAN TO TEACH BROTHER A LESSON IS UNVEILED TO THE CROWD! NO ONE IS HAPPY!

On the front was a picture of the sisters being pelted with fruit while his parents were looking at them with red faces filled with fury. It was clear they just found out about this.

"Ho-How?! When this happened?!" Wildcard demanded.

Huntress spoke.

"Apparently, it was around a day after you guys left. The squirrels lost bad and somehow, your sisters' plan to teach you a lesson on lying was revealed."

"Everyone now hates them for what they did to you and for getting them to go along with it. I heard their popularity is so low, not even the misfits want anything to do with them." Phantom added.

Wildcard was just silent.

"I need time to process this." He just said.

"In the meantime, get all of the wolves at the Den. I need to make an announcement." The taller man spoke as he and all of the other people that were with him followed him.

Wildcard was just left alone before looking at the readers.

"I know what you are thinking. 'Lincoln, what the hell is going on? Why are you with them? And what's this about a plot?' Well, I can tell you. But we need to go back to the night. The night I reunited with the greatest bunch of misfits in the world."


I did say that the Crimson Wolves is being re-written. The first thing is adding a prologue.

Also I would like to say this.

Yes this is a No such Luck fic.

I know you all are groaning at the thought of another story based on that stupid episode again but mine is WAY different.

Firstly, the one thing that I cannot STAND about The Loud House is the whole Sad House fanworks that spawn from it. It is always the same thing with these fics: Family thinks he's bad luck, he runs away, family feels regret, they find him, safe from harm, they hug, they dance, they kiss, they schmooze they all go home happy.

Ugh, just get me a shotgun and blow my brains out now! And it doesn't help that it makes at least a third of the fucking fandom! If it isn't Sad House, then it is Loudcest or Ronniecoln.

So, I'm doing something different with this plot line.

No depressed Lincoln, no unhappy tones about being a misfit.

This NSL fic is about Lincoln being as BADASS as possible!