Novel & Cerita Male Scarlet Witch

asked the man with the blue hair at night. "Maybe," ⚛⚛⚛ "Phew I didn't think the star road was that far," Leo complained. "I told you we got on the bikes earlier," "Hey! I don't know! Who said on maps too short!" Maybe now Aza's ears will be buzzing when he hears the chirp from Leo who doesn't stop. "Ok, where is the house?" Leo asked. "I'll open the book for a bit ... my God! Maroon, Green and Brown cube witches are gathered nearby!" exclaimed Aza excitedly.

“Inside. You won’t believe what she’s doing.” My blood boiled. Scarlet—entertaining other men. I stormed down the hall, kicking the door open. The scene that greeted me stopped me cold. Scarlet stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by male werewolves, her shirt half-off, her eyes vacant. But it wasn’t a terrified look—it was like she’d just… given up. She wasn’t screaming, wasn’t fighting—just letting them undress her. Is this what she wants? Is this the real Scarlet?

he turned to the other woman, who shook her head. “She doesn’t have a name. So just call her my friend.” “Scarlet’s friend,” Herald said, and Scarlet smiled at him. “I will get Bella back to the pack as soon as possible. Thank you for this, and I am forever grateful. I do not know how I can repay you,” he said, and the smile on Scarlet’s face never left. “How about you increase your budget for the witches that help maintain order in your pack, my lord?” “Consider it done!” Herald said without thinking twice, and Scarlet turned to leave with the ‘nameless’ witch.

Vivienne sends him to look for them. Lamia and Niall discuss their winnings in both territories. It leads to her asking him to kill the Knowles as she believes they're really traitors. She also explains Scarlet is the next target while the strongest warriors are still in Blacktail. Fang is brought in to Lamia and she gets to kill him all over again. This time in front of a guilty Niall. Marquis makes it to Scarlet just in time to get Mal out before the vampires invade it.

She wasn't here to bargain with the Franzels, but instead, she was there to remind them that she was no longer the weak person that they had always been her as. "This bitch—” Scarlet said angrily as she got up, her claws ready to tear Sandra down, but Sandra just stared at her body like she had better things to do than to be here with them. "Shut up, and sit. The Fuck Down,” Sandra said, her voice coming out in growls, as her nails elongated and tuned into werewolf claws. Her eyes were golden, like a true luna’s eyes. Without saying another word, Scarlet Framzel instantly shut up, and sat down like she was commanded to, an action that shocked everyone at the table but not more than Aztec Mar

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf adored.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

someone else muttered, lowering her voice, “Scarlet planted it. Hurt her, set her up. That girl’s dangerous.” A snort answered that. . “Dangerous, yeah but not stupid. Why would Scarlet use charms when she can beat grown wolves into the fucking floor with her bare hands?”

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

“Edgy. Distrustful. Lost to their impulses. They wanted control over magic… over us.” Her voice cracked with something old and broken. “We were powerful. Far more powerful than they were. But we were outnumbered.” My stomach curled as I watched witches—women, children, elders—running, screaming, burning. Wolves attacking like it was their only instinct left. “It was brutal,” she whispered. The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here.