Erza Scarlet Jellal Novels & Stories

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

He met a lot of good people and companions although most of the time, they'd fight for Luna's attention. Right now, Harriel is only an eighteen-year-old guy who prioritized magic and who possessed aggressive features such as his dark red hair, sharp jaws, gray eyes and fair skin—the same fairness that Zaeion has. Right now, he is just a normal person who has gotten freed from the shackles of his dark past. "Be ready. After the one-minute countdown, it's our turn," Azer reminded that brought back Harriel to the present. “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?”

He knew the third step always made a loud squeak if you stepped on it, so he stepped right over it. He walked straight to the small office room at the end of the hall. He went inside, shut the door slowly, and pulled the curtains across the window. Then he turned on the small yellow lamp on his desk. The dim light showed his books, his desk, and the small wooden box in the corner. Julian put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a tiny silver key. He always kept this key hidden inside his watch so nobody could find it. He walked up to the wooden box. If that woman wanted to hurt them, she needed real proof.

Stille laid over the platform. Nova and Silas stared at me unconstitutional. Kael approached me half a step closer, his hand instinctive near his Sword handles as if he wanted to cut the hologram. “Help?” I repeated. My voice sounded small in the gigantic hall and unsafe. “I am Jada. A scrap collector from Ouroboros. I have no idea what you are talking about.” The hologram reacted liquidly as if Vance spoke to us in real time.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

, Zara hissed out after slapping her hard. Caught off guard, Harriet looked at her with her mouth widely open as she rubbed her cheek. “You want .. a human to rule…. You too?”, She stuttered but she managed to speak out the words. “Idris get me the aconitum napellus. This bitch needs to learn a lesson”, Zara glared at her then turned to me. “This is your bag, isn’t it?”, Zara turned to Scarlett after getting the bag from my beta.

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.

CHAPTER 6 GABRIEL Some say that angels walk the Earth...I have never believed in that saying until I laid my eyes on Bella. The pic Arianna has of her does not do her justice. She has a naturally beautiful face giving off an almost angelic glow, yet I couldn't quite read her even when staring into her stunning dark brown eyes. I am normally very good at reading people and figuring them out without even having to speak to them. It's a good trait to have in my line of work. At first glance, I could see a mixture of sadness, pain, and fear in her eyes, but it changed quickly when she spoke, to a forced happier look. She was dressed in a lilac tank top, which complimented her perfectly shaped br

Vashi staggered backwards, her very sight betraying her. The knife in her hand faltered… "Jazell?” She whispered… her throat contracting as she pressed the words out. Jazell's eyes did not blink. They glittered with the cruel beauty of a storm long awaited, of vengeance coiled and ready to strike. She did not rise; she didn’t need to. The very act of turning, seated, unflinching, was a declaration. She had returned. And in that terrible stillness, Jazell smiles in a deranged manner; she was wrapped up with a blanket swung over her shoulders, and only the skin on her face was visible.

she said softly. Liora’s grip tightened. “Good.” Helena stepped forward, her perfume thick and suffocating, her face twisted in disgust like Scarlet was a stain that refused to wash out. Beta Alaric leaned against the wall like this was entertainment. Like Scarlet’s suffering was a damn show. Liora’s lips curled. “I’m the Luna. And you’re not allowed to be in my mansion.” Scarlet blinked once then she laughed. A sharp, ugly laugh that made Liora’s expression twitch. “Your mansion?” Scarlet repeated. “That’s hilarious.”