Erza Scarlet Cat Novels & Stories

He smiled back, which confirmed her thoughts and validated her emotions. As the monk spoke, the story spun itself around them. It ignited the imagination and drew vivid images. Clarissa sat back and allowed herself to experience the story. The monk’s story: In a time before magic was so everyday, there was a young werecat named Sarasha. She was a beautiful girl with fur as pure white as the snow and velvety black spots. She had emerald eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Her best friend was a human boy. The children were the closest that two best friends could hope to be.

My pride soared when I saw her return the punch, not to mention that mini speech about the Collins kingdom, my God, she spoke with such confidence that anyone who previously had doubts about her leadership power shut up. The Valkyrie was so pissed off that she instantly transformed into her wolf form, I was worried about that, Scarlet apparently had never had a fight in her wolf form. Without realizing it, I take a step forward, I was already prepared to end that antics, when Scarlet starts to transform, her beautiful white hair and white eyes are in evidence, just thinking that her fur can be stained with blood already makes me feel chills.

She walked past them, halting in her steps to finish, "or broken ribs." Vantae's expression looked somewhat between smug and impressed. He opened the door for her as she winked, smiling a little. For the first time, he talked directly to her, "Ngl. That was kickass. You don't seem like someone to do that." Scarlet walked side by side with him, grinning but, her insides were bursting. Vantae voice was deep, a surprising contrast to his boyish face. She scratched her left eyebrow where the boy noticed a trace of a stitch. It had divided the very end of her eyebrow with a scar, just like her name. She looked down as she spoke, "This mark had always been on my face. Mom told me that it was there

She sneered and shot back, saying, "I've seen plenty of manipulative women like you in novels! You came back with your son just to steal Connor from me, didn't you? And now this ungrateful father-daughter pair is practically worshiping you! "Mark my words, within three months, they'll be on their knees begging for my forgiveness, begging me to come back!" With that, she turned around and left. Erin ignored her dramatic outburst. Instead, she crouched and gently examined the marks on my face. "Sienna, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. Does it hurt? Should I take you to see a doctor?" I shook my head. Compared to the suffering I had endured in my previous two lives, this slap was nothing.

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

“I’m doing you a favour. Half of the pack is downstairs. You wouldn’t want to be late to the Mates’ Luncheon, now, would you?” Then her gaze drifted to me. I wet my lips, suddenly nervous. “Hi,” I offered weakly. Firm hands rested on wide hips. She looked like some sort of warrior goddess, stood like that: big breasts, muscular arms and legs, powerful jaw. “You’re Scarlett, I take it. The werewolf that can’t shift.” The blood rushed from my face. “That’s me.” Resigned, Enzo sighed and sat up, one arm winding around my waist protectively. “Marla, this is my mate, Scarlett. Scar, this is my Beta, Marla.”

When it saw Barbara, it quieted and sat down in the snow. Ignore the steel-spike fur bristling across its body, and it was nothing more than an oversized cat. Scarlett hid behind the table, with only her eyes visible. Keira handled it better. She recognized it as the stray Barbara had fed, though she still kept her distance from the glass.

Scarlett “Who the fuck are you?!” Shera lashed out, taking out her daggers that were hidden from her body, her eyes were filled with killing intent. “You bitch, how dare you fool us!” The corner of my lips raised as I couldn't help but chuckle, looking at them ridiculously. “What? You don't recognize me?” I took off the cap, combing my bird nest hair, letting my scarlet hair down as I used the sleeve of the clothes I'm wearing to wipe the charcoal I put in my face, cleaning it.

"I think it looks look on you. The perfect kitten," Scarlet stared at Reid, even though his face was covered with a mask, those dark orbs could never be hidden away. she leaned closer to her mate, a mischievous hint in her eyes. "I'm a bad kitten," she whispered. Reid smirked behind his mask as his finger trailed up Scarlet's bare hand to her upper arm and yanked her closer, the omega automatically falling on his chest. "My bad kitten!" Scarlet suppressed the moan that threatened to leave her throat as her eyes and heart fluttered.

"Grow up, Celicia. Stop pretending like you're the victim. You're just a constant reminder of the pain and loss." The internal conflict raged within me, a storm of emotions threatening to spill over. "I never wanted to be a burden," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Aunt Fernanda's scornful laughter sliced through the room, each word a dagger aimed at my heart. "You're nothing but a constant burden, Celicia. Mother is suffering because of you. Maybe it's time you face the harsh truth and get out of our life."