Flandre Scarlet Novels & Stories

The mansion shook to the very core of its foundation. The water broke walls, broke apart furniture, and broke through everything like acid or lava melting everything it touched. Demetrius managed to escape from the flood, flying out of the water and up to the sky to meet Scarlette who stood over a pillar of water. "Scarlette!!! Sweetheart!!!" Scarlette robotically turned her gaze to him. "Are you here to fight me?" She spun the sceptre in her hand, pointing it at him. "I wouldn't put it past a shameless man like you,"

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.

Scarlet nodded, the hands melted away, and she stood back as October and Harlow took their revenge. Scarlet smiled down at Coraline when they were done. "Honestly. Selina, Mariah, Rose, Coraline, or whatever you call yourself. I don't know how you did it. Pretending to be so many people, but killing you will feel so fucking good. Especially after how you betrayed all of us, who truly cared for you." Scarlet laughed, her true side showing. Her purple eyes burned away as purple flames took their place. Her hair was now completely on fire and a scythe appeared in her hand.

Coughing and spluttering against the acrid scent, he wafted his hands all around the room in an attempt to clear his vision. When the room finally began to clear, Damon could see Scar leaning over the table . In front of her a large, wide-rimmed bowl was still filled with sparkling purple flames, but as he watched, the flames died and she reached inside. He held his breath, half-expecting her to gasp with pain, but when she pulled her hand out again, her pale skin was unmarred. She held something in her hand that he couldn’t quite see and he watched with a furrowed brow as she placed it on the end of her tongue. Closing her ice-blue eyes, she swallowed whatever the object was and her own bro

"Can't you do it for Aunt Marianne's sake? And don't forget, Frederick and Vivianne have caused our company great harm. Have you forgotten?" As they spoke, Frederick, Vivianne, and Scarlett emerged. Scarlett wore a fiery red gown that accentuated her alluring figure, captivating everyone present. In contrast, Vivianne donned a pristine white dress. Her innocent face and snowy attire made her appear like a celestial being. Between these two striking women stood Frederick, clad in ordinary clothes with unkempt hair. The scene resembled a rose planted in manure—or rather, two roses, one red and one white. From afar, it was like a diamond surrounded by coal—or rather, two diamonds, one ruby red

Conrad asks, sitting back down. Scarlet tries to lunge across the table to grab the chain, but she's cuffed to her chair. "Who's Natalie?" Conrad repeats, pursing her lips. Scarlet spits in her direction, and Conrad dodges it. She wasn't feeling particularly kind before this incident, so now she's far less inclined to be patient. "Fine. You won't mind if I confiscate it. You're not supposed to have jewellery," Conrad scowls. "It's mine. I'm Natalie," Scarlet growls, her eyes flickering to their strange amber colour.

Elara smiled in victory before she went to the door. The festival had not even started, and already there was conflict. --- Scarlet went into her chambers, and her anger filled the room. She began to throw objects across the room, and vases broke against the walls while perfume bottles crashed on the floor and her silk pillows tore under her claws. Her maids rushed in to calm her, but one of them was not fast enough. Scarlet pinned the girl against the wall, and her fingers tightened around the girl's throat while her golden eyes showed her rage.

Caitlin flew down towards Warwick Castle in a panic. She was the first of her coven members to return from London, and she held Scarlet in her arms, clutching her tight. Scarlet had been in and out of consciousness for most of the trip, and over the last hour or so, Caitlin had seen welts begin to form on her face. She was out of her mind with grief and anxiety. She was certain now that Scarlet had caught the Plague. She dove down, behind the inner walls of the castle, into the courtyard, and landed softly. She ran with Scarlet through the large oak door, and down the stone hallways.

Roman declared after a beat. A string of angry Italian followed, and Flora became so agitated her heart rate went up. “Please calm down, Flora,” Rose urged the elderly woman. “How about you have a bite of the chocolate fondant now? Everything’s sweeter with chocolate.” “Scarlett is her niece,” Enzo said after a beat. “But she just cursed her to the moon and back, saying she deserves everything that just happened to her.” Rose’s eyes went wide, as she wondered just how attached and loyal Flora was to Roman. She didn’t beg him to spare her or even get angry at him for killing Scarlett.

"The potion seller is indeed a woman, and a beautiful one at that." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, and I gently removed his hand from my chin. "Flattery will get you nowhere," I said, my tone light, but firm. "And I have no interest in sweet talk. Now, rest, or I will throw you out before your wounds have a chance to heal." A smile played at the corners of his lips, and he held up his hands in surrender. "As you wish, my lady. I simply couldn't help but admire the skilled hands that healed me."