Angry Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

Scarlet reached down, grabbed a thick handful of my hair, and yanked my head back with all her strength. "Ah!" A sharp gasp tore out of my throat as my neck snapped backwards. My eyes were forced to look straight into hers. Her face was twisted into a nasty sneer, her heavily painted eyes practically burning with hatred. Up close, her grip was so tight I felt like she was going to tear my scalp right off. "Do you think you're special?" Scarlet hissed, her ugly tone vibrating right in my face. "Do you think just because the Alpha used you for a quick massage that you're suddenly something?"

But instead of answering her question, a fist came straight to her face, and out of reflexes, Scarlet bodged, going under the man's arm and tackled him to the ground, fisting his face but that seemed to make the other realize their opponent wasn't harmless as they thought as he pulled out the gun and fired but Scarlet was faster as she switched positions with the guy beneath her, using him as a shield as the bullet went through the man's skull instead while loads of blood slashed on her face. "What the hell!" she cursed but didn't give the other a chance to pull the trigger anymore as she threw off the dead man, who went crashing against the other, allowing Scarlet to kick the gun off his ha

I just watched in horror as Scarlet removed the dagger from her shoulder wiping the blood on the dagger, on her shorts. Bones began breaking and soon Skylar was replaced by a big brown Wolf. I looked at scarlet's mom who had pride in her eyes. " You've got this Scarlet you can't let her beat you.." she yelled while I just stood there helplessly tears spilling out. Scarlet was busy cleaning the blood off the dagger not even looking at her opponent who was running at her full speed baring her teeth

I ducked her crosscut, scoring a shallow slice along her thigh before she could adjust. Scarlet roared, redoubling her assault. I gave ground, using my smaller size to weave through gaps in her relentless strikes. But she was cunning, gradually steering me back against the siege engines to limit my mobility. With a feral grin Scarlet closed in, sensing victory near. But I was ready, dropping and rolling beneath her swipe to come up inside her guard. I drove my knife into the meat of her shoulder, twisting viciously. Howling, Scarlet backhanded me hard enough to send me sprawling, my head spinning. "Worthless Omega bitch!" she shrieked. "I'll have your mangy hide for a trophy!"

Her speed increased, as she attacked and tried to get a scratch on me. Seeing this, I launched several strikes right in her stomach and her face, forcing Scarlet to her knees in pain. She coughed out blood and lifted her head, growling at me. She wasn’t ready to back down. “I will kill you. I’LL KILL YOU!” She roared, forcing her wings out from her back! Her hands glowed, emanating her red aura again. She screamed and tried to grab me when out of nowhere, a silver chain came around her neck, holding Scarlet back.

I trembled at his words and clutched Pip tighter, his fur wet from my sudden tears. “I knew you were pathetic,” Dante continued, circling me like a predator, “but a bastard too? That's just embarrassing.” “Please,” I whispered. “I didn't mean to—” “Didn't mean to what? Exist?” Marcus laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. “Because that's the real problem here, isn't it? You never should have existed.” Luna Blackwood emerged from the study, her smile sharp enough to cut glass. “Oh good, she knows. This makes everything so much easier.”

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"

“Kill her.” “What?!” Garret asks, taken by surprise. “Kill her!” Warrick shouts. Panic shoots through me. I look back at Colt. He looks distraught, unsure what to do. He won’t, Colt mouths. I turn back to Garret just in time to see him pull out a knife. “No. Use your bare hands,” Warrick says. Colt is right, this is probably a test. He won’t really kill me…right? Within seconds, Garret is on me. I start swinging wildly, trying to punch him.

I said, my heart suddenly burning with anger as every death I had witnessed in the portal flashed through my mind, "And I think that is what everyone deserves." Her eyes narrowed on me, "Alruin, what are you talking about?" "The same primordial blood that the werewolves and witches teamed up to wipe off the surface of this earth, the same one that runs through my veins, is what is supposed to save the same world?" I asked and scoffed bitterly. "Ironic, isn't it?" "Alruin," Marla said cautiously, "do not let your anger cloud your mind." "What anger?" I demanded, "if I were angry, then it would be justified."

She knew Elora was right, but fear surged inside her like wildfire. The rogues didn’t wait. They lunged all at once. Elora’s body moved before thought could catch up. Her bones cracked, her skin shimmered, and within seconds her wolf stood tall and fierce, fur gleaming under the moonlight. She met the first rogue head-on, teeth sinking deep into his throat. Blood sprayed across the forest floor, the metallic scent filling the air. Aria stumbled backward, clutching her stomach, watching helplessly as chaos erupted before her eyes.