Remilia Scarlet Figure Novels & Stories

It was a female figure by her obvious curves and her black-red hair that flowed behind her. " It is never over." Her hazel eyes shone, anger and hate in them. A beautiful dark birthmark on the top of her mouth outlined her beautiful but dangerous looking face. SCARLET MOON PACK. Khasim, the beta watched as the Alpha kept smiling from ear to ear as he finally got to open the parcel sent to him by Luna Estelle since these days. He threw a look towards the Gamma who gave a huge, long breath of exasperation as his own job was to be alert incase Laila suddenly burst in at any moment and saw what her fiance was doing.

They fought tooth and nail as if it was some type of morbid dance between two opposite forces until eventually overcoming what used to stand in front: they defeated them again…or so thought those remaining few who chose life over death. Still panting heavily amid the ruins left behind due devastation caused by Miss Bulwark (*as referred lovingly by Lovato*), both daredevils embraced at last after such intense battle; relieved - although bruised & battered (mostly mentally!)-that also no harm had come upon their little brave soul known as 'Scarlett'. One final thing remained however: The showstopper itself…. A fiery explosion occurred right then when two hearts collide during an affectionate

I asked. "The guy who's married to the leader of Iron Serpent? Yes, I know him." She shuddered. Kiema turned to face her. A look of horror dawned in her light gray eyes. "How old are you, Scarlet?" Scarlet leaned back in her chair. "T-twenty-two." She looked like she was about to race from the room. "Is that your natural hair color?" Kiema asked softly. Everyone else leaned in to hear their quiet conversation.

“The colour of possession. My control is compromised. I require intervention.” Suman smiled, her eyes dark with triumph. “Later. I have one final test of fealty.” She removed the scarlet lace with a fluid, dismissive movement, allowing the delicate fabric to drop to the floor. She then pulled out a piece of visual theatre he hadn’t expected: a complex harness of midnight black leather and fine mesh, designed to accentuate the strong, commanding lines of her body—an aesthetic that demanded submission not from the wearer, but from the observer. It was the uniform of pure, architectural power.

52 cm scar from the eyes of this world. Putting on a blusher and contouring her features,were like a child's play for her. "Let the shoot begin"

Ara asked obviously searching for an associate. "Everyone loves happy endings" she replied, obviously uncomfortable with different shades of gray eyes, staring at her. "Do you believe in happily ever after?" "Well, I believe we make our luck" she replied. "Hmm....ohk" he replied still staring at her, she looked like she was about to melt any moment, from the stares but he couldn't stop staring. "I'll like to retire early, so I can press your gowns for the Belgrave ball" she muttered, as she stood up to leave, she upset the table causing the tea to get spilled on the table.

At the edge of the pit, it was them. A total of nine of the Scarlett family members. From the right, a woman with long red hair and black and white dress was casting a healing spell on Bilgrae. A male elf in full black armour with a star shaped bang of three red points and two white points and his black hair was split in the middle. A demon with dark violet hair and a pair of horns at the side of her head and wore a jet black skin tight suit which exposed certain parts, Crymillia. In the middle, it was a man with short bright red hair wearing a black and gold robe. Then, a man with black hair in a red and black suit. Another demon with about the same features as Crymillia except that his hai

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

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.

They thought that Sumire would reject them, especially since Victoria Scarlet was included in the said project. The ambiance inside the room was light and everyone is happy when Sumire finally accepted the project except on the left side of the table which was getting darker. A woman wearing heavy makeup and big round earrings, with her arms folded on her chest and legs crossed under the table. Her face darkened in anger. She was tall and has a curvaceous body. Victoria Scarlet has a seductive side. She had a reputation being an attention-seeker, proud, and always comparing herself to Sumire.