Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

That's why she can't kill her. Scarlet smiled at her triumphantly and sarcasm was dripping from her smile. "You can't kill me Aurora," Scarlet said loudly while laughing. And lift her hand in the air. "Because I'm immortal." "What do you think about yourself that you can do anything with your power? And you underestimate my powers. I'm famous for my powers and I'm the most powerful witch in my clan. You tried to burn me into ashes. But you don't know I can end your life." Scarlet said arrogantly. And Aurora looked at her with her sharp gaze.

Another arrow lodges itself into my side and I grunt from the pain but until Scarlett’s light groan tells me she’s still alive, I acknowledge nothing. My fangs retreat and I watch as the skin that’s been torn to form holes on Scarlett’s skin reach for each other, and they stitch themselves. The next arrow that comes is stopped, caught directly in the grip of my palm. The budding heat of anger flows through me. An anger that has me seeing nothing but red. Gleaming scarlet red. A chilling heat spreads through my bones and I feel time slow itself as my eyes become filled with a light. A malevolent scarlet light.

He twisted the door knob but it was locked. Scarlet continues to scrub her body till it turns red. She hated her skin for it caused seduction to a beast who needed to wrought in hell. She brushed and re-brushed where he ran his lips and kissed her till her skin began to burn. Just before he was going to break the door, Scarlet finally came out with red marks all over her body much to the surprise of Ace.

Scarlett couldn't control herself anymore, she stared at the star moon park wolves in anger and quickly dived to them, using her claws to scratch them, she used her wolf leg to swing them to the floor using her fighting skills in her wolf form. “You dare invade here” She napped and dived her claws into the Star moon pack wolf, earning him death. Atlas, on the other hand, has defeated twenty of the star moon pack, he doesn't take more than two minutes in defeating one. Scarlett and Atlas were done killing the ones closer to the training hall, they went out from there to look for the others, they went outside and saw a bloody war. Scarlett's cousins, Daniel, Atlene and Shantel were fighting fu

Scarlet reached down, picked her belt up off the floor, and walked forward casually. The man stumbled backwards, petrified. “No!” he whimpered. “Please! I didn’t mean it!” Scarlet lunged forward and wrapped the belt around the man’s throat. She then lifted him with one hand, his feet dangling off the ground, the man gasping, clutching at the belt. She held him there, high overhead, until finally he stopped moving and slumped down, dead. Scarlet turned and faced the final bum, who was crying, too scared to run. Fangs extended, she stepped forward and sank them into the man’s throat. He shook in her arms, then in moments, he lay there in a pool of blood, limp.

Threads of red light flickered along its edges as Scarlet poured her will against it from the other side. Ophelia’s limbs trembled, her vision blurred as blood streaked down her temple and several cuts on her fur. Lucien growled and pressed harder, going for the kill with jaws opened wide. And then- Scarlet broke through the barrier in a torrent of red flame. The clearing rippled, magic and snow exploding outward as she appeared in a blaze of fury. “Get away from her!” Scarlet snarled as she exploded into the clearing, her cloak ablaze with magic, fury in every step. Just a second later, and she would have been

"Remember her aggression, her attempt on your life. Let that fuel your resolve." The memories of Scarlet's violence surged through me, how she hit me with a club, choked me, insulted me, igniting a fiery anger within. "Just push it," he coaxed. ‘Yeah, why not?’ In a moment of blinding rage, I pushed the knife forward. It slid into Scarlet's stomach with disturbing ease. The blade buried itself deeply, as blood began to flow, a vivid crimson that marred her skin and the pristine sheets beneath her.

The wolf yelped, stumbling sideways, its body jerking in pain. Scarlet didn’t stop. She grabbed the third by the scruff mid-lunge and used his weight like a weapon, swinging him into the fourth attacker with brutal force. They collided with a sickening thud and crashed into the wall, snarling, limbs tangled, pride shredded. Scarlet’s breathing came out heavy, hot. Her heart wasn’t racing from fear. It was racing from the ugly kind of satisfaction. From the kind of rage that had lived in her bones for years, waiting for someone to give it permission to breathe.

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

What she saw surpassed her wildest expectations. The entire page, even its appearance, made it clear that the person running it was even more obsessed with 'Scarlet Angels' than she was. Esther scrolled slowly through the page, browsing the posts and was shocked more and more with every each one of them. Her attention was also drawn to the description of the page, placed in the sidebar - that the host of this website has devoted his entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', then also a warning that the knowledge contained here is dangerous, and it's not known how long this page will exist, it was mentioned that this was al