Beneath A Scarlet Sky Book Novels & Stories

Jaxson POV Scarlet pulled the book back and the whole thing protested as it moved. Opening up to reveal a dark and dingy tunnel. Holy fuck! I haven’t seen something like this in ages. There appeared to be lanterns lining the wall about five feet apart and it went on into nothingness. “Ready?” Scarlet was still royally pissed at me. I will need to make this up to her and figure things out. This is not how I want my future to go.

As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?" I shook my head silently. She seemed to have an epiphany and released her tight grip on my hand. With a faint smile, she let herself fall into the abyss. My dad and Erin worked together to pull me back up. As I looked down into the bottomless chasm, I knew my mom was definitely dead. With the success of the heart transplant surgery, I finally gained a healthy body. My dad and Erin also finally found their happiness. Days passed by, but I never experienced rebirth again.

No windows. Only threadbare sky and the whispering bones of a world long buried. The Ashkeeper drags a finger through the air. Flame follows. Dull. Blue-white. Cold. It hovers, and in it, an image forms. A girl. Not a child. Not yet a queen. But perhaps soon. Her name is Scarlett. She stands at the edge of a rooftop, a line of fire between her and another girl wrapped in thorns and guilt. The Ashkeeper smiles, though it is not a kind expression.

As I pulled into ThornTech’s parking lot, my phone buzzed. Ryan. I answered immediately. "Hey." "Are you sure about this?" he asked, concern in every word. "Being around them again—Seraphina? Lysander? Those two practically broke you." I smiled as I stepped out of the car. The heels felt right under me. "Ryan," I said, "I’m not Katherine anymore. I’m Scarlet Wilde. Have you forgotten?" He chuckled, a warm, familiar sound. "You sound dangerous." "I am."

She wanted Maria to be happy, but she couldn’t help it: another part of her wanted to partner with Sage herself. Scarlet headed over to the long, wide benches on the far side of the room and took a seat alone at the far end, beneath a window, all alone. She unfolded her book before her. Since she wasn’t going to partner with Sage, she didn’t really care who she partnered with: she didn’t like any of the boys in this class. She figured she’d just sit there and wait for one of them to come up to her, because she didn’t really feel like seeking one of them out. She looked up and watched Maria approach Sage. Maria went right over to him, and was the first to reach him; Scarlet noticed other girl

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

Bianca asked, clutching Amara’s hand while Aegis sat firmly on her feet to keep her steady amidst the noise. ​"In a way, my love," Amara whispered. "It’s made of the thoughts and the sweat of people. It’s a dream made of stone." They climbed to a safe observation platform on the tenth floor. The city stretched out below them, a patchwork of history and chaos. Emiliano knelt beside Lorenzo, pointing toward the base of the crane. ​"See the way the crane is anchored, Lorenzo? It can reach the clouds, but only because it is bolted into the bedrock. If you want to reach high, you must first go deep."

SCARLETT The night air was thick with the taste of rain and something else: electricity, anticipation, dread. I stood on the balcony of the safehouse Damien had chosen, the city lights below shimmering like distant fires. My heart beat in unsteady rhythms, as if my body already knew what was coming. The war wasn’t at our doorstep anymore, it was clawing at the windows. Behind me, Damien’s voice cut through the silence. “Scarlett, come inside.”

She would however change the topic whenever I probed. 'Scarlett. ' She warned when I stretched my arm to pick it up. ‘ If I am a warlock like you claim then I need to know. ' No matter how hard I tried to turn around and face Astra, my eyes remained glued on the book. It was as if it's presence was compelling me to open it and go through every page. A wooded box sat beside it, catching my attention all of a sudden. I closed my eyes to shove down the itch, to regain control over my emotions. ' Yes Scarlett, it is a book of spells, written by different warlocks over the years. '

He was treating me just like he had treated the servant girl! The servant girl. My blood boiled with anger at the mere thought of her. This was all her fault. I was going to make her pay. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ SKYE’S POV The carriage stumbled on the stony road that led up to a grand house. Sweat trickled down my back, my legs were incredibly sore and I was convinced that the intensity of the sun’s rays would blind me if I spent another minute under its scorching heat. From the corner of my eyes, I looked at James. Sweat dripped down his face as well and he looked just as misera