Erza Scarlet Cat Novels & Stories

- 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

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

“I can send Beta Marcus to represent us. You don't have to—” “I'll go.” His eyebrows shot up. “Kaia, you don't have to prove anything. Not to me, not to them.” “I'm not trying to prove anything.” I turned from the window to face him fully. “I'm Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack. They invited my pack, they get me.” “Are you sure? Because once we walk in there, there's no hiding who you are. They'll know exactly what you've become.”

a sharp, authoritative voice echoed through the hangar. Scarlett descended from the catwalk on a hovering anti-gravity platform. She had discarded her formal combat tunic for a more practical, form-fitting mechanic's jumpsuit made of black kinetic fabric, though her jade brush remained securely strapped to her thigh. Her dark hair was tied up in a messy bun, secured by a spare, glowing stylus. She jumped off the platform, walking straight to Zhao’s ancient cauldron.

For a convoy like this to zoom in, it must be a very important visitor, maybe an envoy from another pack. Just as the vehicles park, Beta Jarek rushes to the gates, waving his hands frantically. His voice is too far away for me to catch, but I can sense the tension as he barks orders at the guards to open the gates. And just like that, it all comes to me. “Oh shit, the Scarred Alpha is here.”

The pain was unbearable, but Ima kept working in the background, mending the damage as quickly as they inflicted it. Scarlet's lips twisted into a sneer as she paced around me, her gaze full of venom. “You really think you’re better than us, don’t you?” she spat, her voice laced with mockery. “Prancing around like some innocent little angel when, deep down, you’re nothing but a cheap, desperate whore.” Layla leaned against the table, her arms crossed as she laughed. “She’s delusional, Scarlet. She actually believes she’s worth something. As if anyone would want her after this.”

"Do you wanna give it a try? I heard you are so crazy about the journey. What is it about? Do you have a mission as well?" "It's none of your fucking business!" Zeke's wolf growled within him, and Winter's eyes widened at the sound of it. "Oh wow. Your wolf must be angry with me as well, but I bet he's a darling. What's your wolf called?" "What the hell am I doing for your father?" Zeke countered, glaring at her with obvious hate in his eyes. Winter glared back at him, smiling. She finally found someone perfect for the job. ************************* Scarlett sat there on the floor in Kellan's room, her hands over her mouth as she stared at the neck chain on the floor. She shivered from the s

Flashback Rita Beep. Beep. Beep. The blaring sound of the alarm tore through my sleep, and I hurriedly got out of bed, freshened up quickly, and tied my hair into a bun. As I stared into the mirror, the scar on my face stared back at me with cruelty. My arms trailed along it, following the trail. Those deep-rooted murmurs, hatred and disgust, followed each line. But a quick excitement stole the moment. It was my fourteenth birthday, and I couldn’t have wished for anything more than fair treatment. It was a special day for all werewolf clans.

“That would be because he is unusually different. He is known as a lycan; the first of his kind. He’s garnered quite a few names for himself, but ‘Devil’ stands out the most. He never loses a battle, and he is feared among packs. I think you might’ve heard of him…Does Zhamar Dragun of the scarlet moon pack ring a bell?” The scarlet moon pack…? Dragun…? Linessa froze, the bread crumbling in her hand. Dragun wasn’t just a name, it was a legacy; the undefeated warrior who stood as the first lycan… She looked down at her hands, the ones that had been clawing at her palms just moments ago while she demanded he be her ‘shepherd’. ‘I asked the devil to lead me into a room of starving wolves’ she th