Beneath A Scarlet Sky Book Novels & Stories

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

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he said carefully. "Third book from the left on the history shelf," she said. "Old cover. Worn smooth. There is a chapter in it about shapeshifters." She watched every muscle in his face. "Men and women who carry a second form. Who shift between human and animal. Who have gold eyes in both forms because the eyes never fully change." Silence. "Gold eyes," she said. "In both forms." Troy looked at her roses. "Interesting book," he said.

She hadn't even considered the possibility that the rest of his kind might not take nicely to him marrying a witch , they hated them so much . "Where are we going?" Scar finally asked once they'd been traveling for some time. The cart shook constantly on the path, and it was giving her a headache. "To the Underland," Damon answered curtly. "We're almost to the tunnels." His tone was clipped and impersonal, making Scar withdraw back into her seat, unwilling to press him for more information. He was back to his cold, impassive self, nothing like the man who had saved her skin from death . Nothing like the man who'd made her sleep on a bed . Nothing like the man who made her feel so safe .

The room was almost similar to Tanya's spell room. There were candles, glass vials with different liquids, and books on the shelves. Scarlet moved around the room frantically, she took a glass bottle containing a white substance. It was like salt and she poured it on the floor making a circle around Vincent. She scattered everywhere looking for something. Cyrus appeared in the room, seeing Scarlet moving around scattering the books on the shelf. " What are you doing?" he asked her but she avoided his question, then she picked a book from the pile she had thrown on the floor.

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

I shut the door with a flick of my wrist, turned the lock, and shut out the prying eyes. "Don Romano, I'm Elena," I announced. "Here's a token from the Deluca family." The wheelchair turned slowly to face me. Even prepared, I caught my breath for a split second at the sight. His face was a study in contrasts. The left side was chiseled perfection, but the right was hidden behind a silver mask, with burn scars creeping out like red, twisted centipedes. It was truly a horrifying sight, a mix of the divine and the monstrous.

--- Blackwood House – Second Night It had fallen outside, clouded grayed over to—the kind that stuck to windows and made the world in/out a water-supplied world, still, heavy, weightless in air. Lying down the corridor, business wear over slept-in bed wear, not paper thinking but the sketch in her book. That one she'd sold out. Cash letter and privilege, signed under charade. She'd seen it in two places the night before. Not to be surprised. That had been present.

MARGARET'S POV (SCARLET'S MOM) Scarlet's penthouse was obscene. That was the only word for it. I stood in the living room while Jace tore open his new science kit at the coffee table and tried not to let my eyes wander too obviously. But it was difficult not to. The ceilings were high enough to echo. The furniture looked simple but cost more than most people's cars. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Minneapolis skyline. Fresh flowers on every surface. Not the grocery store kind. The real kind. Delivered weekly by someone whose only job was flowers.

She became part of the casualties, one less problem on their ledgers. She clawed her way out from under the rubble, nails bloody, left shoulder hanging wrong. Two fingers bent sideways—she nearly gagged at the sight. She didn’t cry. She dragged herself clear of the wreck, crawled through a hole in the burning wall, and collapsed in the icy mud behind the kitchens. Dawn crept over the sky in violet and gold. Pretty, if you like that sort of thing. She hated it. She hated that it never changed, that the beauty meant nothing whether she’d been the clan’s prize or disgrace. Hated the stars for not even pretending to care. Hated her own lungs for gasping, her heart for beating stubbornly on.