Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

It reminded me of the flames licking the walls of a house as she slowly stepped closer not to me though, but to him. It was red- Scarlett red. Fire burned so brightly, a fire that threatened to consume me.But I needed that fire the consume him instead, I wanted to watch him burn, watch him scream for my help while I stood a few minutes away from him with the most triumphant smile I could and it would have been the best day ever. I would have replayed it until I couldn't anymore.

"You would've called me suicidal as well. I live for war...it's the only joy I have in this world. This scar on my neck could've killed me, but it's one of my favorite trophies. I got it in a battle with Alpha Chase. You might not know him, because he's dead now, I killed him." "Oh..." Linessa nodded. "I expected as much, you seem so strong." "I am...I have plenty more tropies. There's one on my chest, five inches long, but even when I was bleeding out, I still managed to fight and win. If I'm already this strong, then imagine if I had someone like you by my side. A gifted who would enhance my strength and make me more feared. I'd be able to protect not only you, but also my whole pack."

Scarlet walked around him, circling slowly, her skirts swishing past the cobblestones. Her voice grew softer but no less dangerous. “You think the world cares about rules? About fairness? It rewards those who dare to take what others won’t. And you…” She turned to face him, her smile dripping with derision. “You’re too weak to take it.” Darren pivoted to face her, his expression hardening into defiance. “Maybe I’d rather live with weakness than die with regret,” he shot back, his voice trembling with suppressed anger. Scarlet’s laughter was soft, almost pitying. “Then, Robert, you’ll never understand greatness.”

Hard pass. As I towel off, something catches my eye in the mirror, and my heart drops into my stomach. My back. I freeze, the air turning thick and heavy, like I’m suddenly trying to breathe underwater. My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell.

Sabre was calmer that Aiden and I really needed to get through to him, it was the only way to reach Aiden in this situation. But Sabre let out an angry growl, so loud that the ground shook. Then it got worse from here. Sky felt attacked and of course would not want to appear defenseless, I heard a snarl from him and knew he was ready to retaliate. I stole a quick glance at him and saw him already bent forward, ready to attack Aiden any moment from now. Goddess! How do I get out of this? My head was already spinning, thinking of ways to avert what might become a bloody war, and I’m not exaggerating!

Harry was clenching and unclenching his fists, he was very furious to see them close like that. Meanwhile, Sally wasn't even an exception, she was very maddened and filled with sparks of jealousy. "I will kill you, Scarlet." She mentally growled. "This time I won't only stab you, but I will kill you with my bare hands for trying to snatch what's mine for the second time." She vowed. Stepping out of the party was Fords, he was frantically searching around for Scarlet but when he saw her with Nicolas he suddenly find himself becoming angry.

I held her by the throat tighter as I remembered how I spent over five days in the infirmary because of her and her childish jealousy. "So... Sorry." She managed to say but I brought out my makeshift knife and I tore her with it in the stomach. "Ahhhhhh." She screamed but I carried her towel that was drap over her shoulder and I shoved it in her mouth to muffle her screams. I tore her again on both of her laps. The cuts I gave her are not deep enough to make her bleed to death but the are certainly deep enough to give her an everlasting scar... Whenever she sees the scars on her stomach and thighs, it's will be a reminder of her stupidity.

She took a step as a sign to leave although paused when he talked. “You’re not going anywhere, woman." The tone of his voice was menacing. “What—” She was cut off when he pulled her towards his car. When they both went inside the vehicle, he hastily started to take her blouse off. “Don’t touch me!” she cried out, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once he completely got her shirt off, his shock worsened. Scratches and bruises were all over Annabelle’s body! The purple mark almost entirely covered her back part.

Everything I do, every step I take, is all in a bid to make her smile; I need her, in a way I never thought I'd need someone ; My willpower must remain intact however; Never must I waver; Not even during those brief moments when she thinks I'm not looking, and I feel the hatred pouring off her in waves; Or when she cringes as I reach for her hand before deciding it's okay to trust me; It's not her fault though; I know that, and I love her for trying to make me feel loved; But I am scarred by her resentment; The curse I can never lift. "Having fun?"

He felt the adrenaline coursing through his veins and he gave a shout. Without waiting for them to get close, he ran forward. His sword stopped the attack of the first man and cut through the abdomen of the other before bringing the hilt of the sword hard against his temple and drawing blood, the man fell. From the corner of his eyes he saw Mariam fighting forward, she and the other girls having worn the same outfit as their attackers made it a bit hard for him to distinguish them from all the chaos and the only thing that made them stand out from the assassins was the fact that they had left their hairs exposed and tied in a ponytail.