Erza Scarlet Quotes Novels & Stories

Lucian reached out, shaking his head firmly. “You could never be useless, Scarlett. Ever,” he said, his words filled with such conviction that I felt a spark of hope. “See us as your arms and legs, your strength and your muscle. We’ll move at your command. Our wolves will be your wolf. You are not alone in this, and you’ll never be.” His own eyes were glistening with tears, mirroring my pain. He felt everything I was feeling, carrying my burdens alongside me.

“It’s a key.” “A key to what?” But I already know. To this. To them. To freeing the Ash-born. My blood roars in my ears. The trees blur around me, like the veil between present and past is thinner than paper, and I’m about to be swept through it. But Erik’s arms anchor me. It’s always him. “Scarlett, listen to me.” His voice is low and sharp. “You are not a weapon. You are not a conduit. Whatever they branded you with, whoever you were supposed to be, you are still you. Do you hear me?”

I was just looking at everyone and waiting to see who would speak. "I'll be the first one to talk," Scarlet said Misha winced. I just did not react. It's a waste of effort. "The thing that can make me mad is when bitches come in to take away what I possess," Scarlet said and looked at me evilly. I raised an eyebrow at Scarlet. Am I referring to this briquette? Why, doesn't he know that my nickname used to be 'Crazy Bitch'? Did he think I would be offended by what he was saying? Ha! Not so fast witch.

SCARLETT “ He could erase someone from the face of Earth and damn them to darkness forever. ” Izer uttered. I lifted my left brow. “ Erase someone? How? ” Izer’s fingers flexed around my hand. He looked down and exhaled a soft breath.

"Today what you did was an impulsive stunt though," Scarlet spoke, running her finger through her long black hair. "Then what do you think I should have done? She was constantly impeaching me for such crimes that I hadn't committed. Then how do you expect me to react? Hun?" Ella yelled at the top of her lungs, Breathing heavily.

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Evangeline. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still beautiful, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a princess, you're my wa

'Scar? 'I NEED YOU ASAP!' 'SOS' 'CODE RED' 'Scarlet?' 'Scaaaaaaaaaarrrrlleeeeetttt' 'Bitch do you not see this?' 'You blind?' 'SCARLET! I am in danger there are people out here trying to kill me aaaaaaaahhh so exciting! Isn't it?' 'I need you with me' 'Come on, we'll fight them together 'Scarlet?' 'SCARLET' 'you bitch, are gonna come when I'm dead!!!!!'

“You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through them.” “Sometimes the mind forgets to protect the soul. But those flashes? They’re real. Your brain just hasn’t caught up yet,” he added. 'You don’t get to choose your scars. You just learn to shoot through ‘em'. Those words echoed in her mind. Scarlet stepped back into position. This time, her hands didn’t tremble. with those words echoing in her mind continuously She aimed at the next dummy. Bang. Bang. Bang. The shots rang out, birds scattering into the dawn sky. This time, Scarlet knew, she would never tremble again.

I inhaled sharply, and my lips parted as I slowly exhaled. "This one is a reminder, Nikolai. The reminder that when people tried to break you; when they thought of you as a weak person and thought they could just end you with a single measly bullet; they failed. They are the ones cold, six feet under the ground and here you are, still standing, still handsome, still strong," he whispered all the while looking into my eyes through the mirror, his lips slowly moved against my earlobe. His hand caressed the scar while the other rested over my waist, "Wear your scars with pride, Vita mia, they show who you are and the thought makes me even crazier for you. You're not a prince, you're my warrior.

One cruel message from Jace lit up the screen: “We’re done. I can’t be with you when you’re like this anymore.” His words cut deeper than the cold. My fingers shook as I gazed at the illuminated text. The girl I’d been — the one who laughed, who believed — felt buried under layers of shame and doubt. The rain blurred the surroundings, but I could feel the needles that stung my flesh with each sharp raindrop.