Erza Scarlet Jellal Novels & Stories

she said rubbing her shoulders. "Your Gabriel is so much more supportive and loving. All mine does is keep secrets and treat me like a damsel in distress." She said Scarlette could see that her other self was falling into self-pity depression. And she was not going to have it. "Sweetie, you need to accept yourself for what you are. A demi-goddess. Your name is Scarlette Helle, of the Helle bloodline, you are more powerful than you could ever imagine! You don't have to feel like a damsel in distress if you don't want to." She said to herself. "Helle Bloodline?" The other asked.

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.

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

bwck and drove his right foot to his chest, pushing the fighter down to the ground again. " Ruckus. " Jael called from behind him. Ruckus turned to see a shocker. The beauty thst e had come to the place of torture with had already been transformed into something thßt he could not explain. His mouth was agape for a couple of minutes. Jael was painted in red. Her whole body had the thick liquid dropping from it. " Ruckus, look at ne. " Jael said emotionally but with a very deep tone of anger.

She just hoped he was ok with it, after all, he never had too much of an issue with her. “The day I returned to town, remember the apparent rogue attack?” Elijah bega. “Yes…” Jackson said all eyes now on Elijah, who kept his eyes locked on Scarlett’s, wishing he could have mind linked her to make sure she was ok. “Well, it wasn’t rogues. Zidane of the Desert Storm Pack had sent men to find Scarlett.” Jessica gasped covering her mouth, her face paling. Hearing that name always made her feel sick, anxious and scared. She didn’t like where this was headed.

Shadows and spears of sunlight danced off of the angles in her face, toying with B’s mind. She was beautiful, yes, but seemingly ageless. Her billowy dress was cut low and stitched from layers of lace, velvet, and tapestry. B wanted to reach out and feel the luxurious texture between his fingers. It had been months since he felt anything other than the truck’s pocked steering wheel and his cleaning supplies. A crescent moon necklace hung around her neck on a long gold chain. The moon drifted hypnotically between the soft edges of her cleavage. “WY isn’t here, of course, but you know that. He’s in Dubai this month,” she said as she led him toward the back patio door.

“Let me out. I’ll show them what happens when they mess with a white wolf.” “No,” I whispered internally. “If they find out what I am, it’ll only get worse.” Their laughter rang in my ears as they circled me. Layla delivered another sharp kick to my ribs, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped, coughing as I felt my ribs snap—only for them to begin healing almost immediately. “Look at her,” Scarlet sneered, crouching down to grab my chin roughly. “She heals so fast. It’s almost… fun.”