Romans & histoires Miraculous Scarlet Lady Au

If it was not for her brave and courageous act, we would all be nothing but slaves for the rogues. It was not easy for anyone to just claim the title of the she wolf warrior. She was one of the most powerful she wolves. And it was definitely not easy to become the Pride of the Alpha. She made her place after that night. The same night when she lost her beautiful face and almost lost her life as well. It was as scary as death to see her panting as if she was about to die. It was true. She would have died that night if it was not for the enchantresses who had used her powers to heal her. But I definitely never understood why they were not able to heal that scar. She never liked that scar on he

She found herself at the entrance to another part of the cavern and hesitated to go in, but since the butterfly flew in anyway, she followed it. Scarlette soon found herself in a place with air. She dropped Sapphire on the edge and climbed up to land. The butterfly was gone so she knew she had to find out why she was there, but she didn't need to search for long. "Who are you?" Scarlette jumped with a yelp and turned around, surprised to see a woman with dark purple hair and eyes and beautiful purple scales all over her naked body. Scarlette was mesmerised by her beauty and left awestruck as the woman stared at her reeking with power that should be feared.

The security wasn't discreet; it was visible and absolute, a chilling declaration that the host was prepared for war but expected perfect peace. ​The Ruby Narrative: Amara worked closely with Alessia to craft the visual spectacle. The entire event was designed to focus on Amara’s transformation and the rubies. The décor was opulent but severe—deep crimson and white, mirroring the necklace. The objective was to present Amara not as a protected bride, but as the serene, powerful matriarch who had successfully secured the dynasty’s future.

What she saw surpassed her wildest expectations. The entire page, even its appearance, made it clear that the person running it was even more obsessed with 'Scarlet Angels' than she was. Esther scrolled slowly through the page, browsing the posts and was shocked more and more with every each one of them. Her attention was also drawn to the description of the page, placed in the sidebar - that the host of this website has devoted his entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', then also a warning that the knowledge contained here is dangerous, and it's not known how long this page will exist, it was mentioned that this was al

One dark mocking eyebrow that matched his inky dark hair raised up, "Is that so?" "Yes!" I snapped, "And I won't let you ruin our relationship. I want you to get out. I don't want him coming here and thinking I have something to do with you. Get out. Now!" Roman calmly adjusted his cufflinks, "It seems you've managed to capture the heart of the only prince charming left in the real world. I hope he's everything you say he is, Miss Aurora" Miss? Was he crazy? I waited for him to walk out before turning to the vase of flowers he had left behind and hurling it away from me with a ferocious roar.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

But as the first carriage door opened and the lady within descended, a hush swept through the gathering. Lady Scarlet had returned. In flesh. In grace. She stepped down with regal poise, her eyes—sharp as flint and just as cold—sweeping over the assembled staff. Her gown of deep burgundy embroidered with golden vines shimmered in the sun, the hem gliding like water over the stone. There was no mistaking her beauty; time had not dulled it, only honed it to something more formidable. From the second carriage descended another—more familiar, yet no less striking.

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?”

Threads of red light flickered along its edges as Scarlet poured her will against it from the other side. Ophelia’s limbs trembled, her vision blurred as blood streaked down her temple and several cuts on her fur. Lucien growled and pressed harder, going for the kill with jaws opened wide. And then- Scarlet broke through the barrier in a torrent of red flame. The clearing rippled, magic and snow exploding outward as she appeared in a blaze of fury. “Get away from her!” Scarlet snarled as she exploded into the clearing, her cloak ablaze with magic, fury in every step. Just a second later, and she would have been

Ariel asked. " None of your business" scarlet said and made to leave. " Hold on" Ariel said, causing scarlet to halt. She scanned scarlet with her eyes to make sure she was decently dressed. She gave her the ' you can go look' when she saw scarlet was clad in a coat. Scarlet sighed and left. In a night club, Scarlet is seen sitting by the bar stand, waiting for a hook up. She sips her wine and drops the glass on the table in front of her. She took off her coat, revealing her wonderfully created cleavage.