Erza Scarlet Manga Novels & Stories

*Scarlette Helle*-, the most passionate, courageous, strong, and power person, he had ever come across. At first it was perceived that the beautiful woman named after a shade of red was a human hosting a Supreme being, but no. After the mother of life left Scar’s body there was still this power radiating off her this made the enter group very curious to know what exactly she was and so another adventure of investigations begin.

" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

What if Jonathan tries attacking you? Scarlet: It’s fine. I will just lay here, half naked in a string bikini. Letting the rays of the sun touch my exposed skin. Me: Damn woman! Don’t be showing all the guys your skin! Scarlet: (sends a picture of her rounded stomach and silky legs with a little water on them) It feels so nice on my skin. Too bad it’s not your hand. Me: Just wait till I get home… You will be wishing you didn’t send that.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

*“Her… or them.” Zara’s spectral face twists in agony, her voice fraying. *“Silas, let me go. Save the pack—”* “No!” The word tears from him, raw and desperate. Selene’s hand clamps around his wrist, her glow flaring. *“There’s another way,”* she whispers through their bond. *“The scar isn’t just a key—it’s a bridge. We can redirect the energy!”* Silas grits his teeth, his mind racing. *A bridge.* The scar thrums, memories flooding him—Zara’s laughter, her hands guiding his claws during his first shift, her final smile before the tomb swallowed her.

I glanced at him, a playful smirk lingering on his lips. “What’s wrong with you?” The other boy gasped, as if I had just done something truly shocking. Out of nowhere, he burst into my room and hurled his knife right at me! It doesn't matter to me if he was the Alpha Emperor, the ruler of the entire world. I really hope to be treated with respect during my stay here. “You definitely showed some guts, new boy.” Rowan chuckled, his golden eyes shining even brighter. It sparked a flame. My face started to throb once more, the spot where his claws had struck now marked by a scar. I hope it heals; I really dislike scars.

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.