Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

They chanted some meaningless words while Annik stared in bafflement. “It's clear that you neither killed the boy nor the girl. They've unified to become one and with the help of someone from your side, they will overthrow you. Your only option for clarity and strength to have the capacity to face a bit of them is to give Scarlet up.” Slamming his hand into the darkness in an attempt to hit one of them. Their angry yells made the whole chamber shake so hard that the front door almost got disentangled from its hinges. “How dare you!”. One screamed, slashing his shoulder, which automatically healed.

Storm remarked, already making his way towards an empty table. Scarlet's ears burned with embarrassment at his words, and she quickly followed him with determined strides. "What did you just say?! Give me my plate and leave me alone!" She attempted to snatch the plate from Storm's grasp, but he lifted it out of her reach. Raising an eyebrow, he looked at her mischievously. "Get it if you can." "Mister Scoville, if you have no one to play with, then find someone else and stop bothering me!" Scarlet retorted, standing on her tiptoes in an effort to reach the food.

“I am your Luna.” Frank says, “Sugar.” Scarlet recoils, “What?” Frank looks at me. Scarlet tries desperately to turn his head, but she can’t. Then something inside her breaks. She pulls back. Her face contorts with a mix of rage and rejection. Then she shifts. She lunges straight at me. I roll out from under the guy’s foot. I dodge her attack. “Fuck you, you mangy excuse for a wolf!” She keeps coming. Jack cheers. “Do it, Scarlet. End her.”

she spat, her anguish twisting into resentment. Before I could respond, she lunged at me, her hands gripping my hair, pulling me into a whirlwind of chaos. Nurses rushed to intervene, attempting to pry her away as the room echoed with the harsh sounds of grief and rage. Through the blur of tears and pain, I felt the weight of her accusations and the sting of her physical blows. In the midst of mourning, I found myself burdened with an accusation that cut deeper than any words. ***

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

Asher’s POV “Scarlet," I said through my teeth, hands tucked in my pocket as I stormed off in anger. The moment I saw Scarlet, I was going to lunge at her and make sure she took her last breath in my grip. Her audacity, it was sickening. To get rid of Aurora, she had planned with Gavin and Miller to drug her and then release pictures that were going to cause chaos in the pack. “Ugh! This is sickening.” I groaned, fist pumping the air before sending my fist into the wall in anger.

Julian took off his heavy winter coat and hung it on the wall. He moved slow and clean, like he was not worried at all. But inside his heart, he was very scared. Clara walked straight into the kitchen to make hot tea. Julian stayed in the hallway for a moment. He looked down at his fingers. They were not shaking because he was very good at hiding his feelings. But inside his chest, his heart was beating fast. What does that woman know? he thought to himself. Clara thought she had scared the woman away with her strong words.

“Please. Just do this for me. He can heal you.” Scarlet found herself standing, her face flushing red. “Heal me of what!?” she snapped, nearly shouting. Her mom just stared back, silent. “You’re crazy!” she yelled back at her mom. “You’re losing it! You’re the one that needs to be healed! Seriously. You go talk to someone. Like a shrink or something. I don’t need to be healed. I’m fine. I’m sorry if you see me as some kind of freak. But I’m not. I’m perfectly normal!” she shouted, as if trying to convince herself, too.

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.