Remilia Scarlet Figure Novels & Stories

Integrity +1 → 8/10 Remy Dagger Sync +1 → 95% Celeste Valentina Morua—14, Level 2, Crown equipped— curled into Remy ready for Monday and every mist-space night after.

The boys would be here any second upon the strict instructions of our mothers and their need to take pictures. Scarlet and I stand hand in hand, while we look at ourselves in the mirror. Scarlet was wearing a long silver backless, mermaid dress with a short train; the dress had tiny crystal like beads that shone in the light giving it a diamond look. Her face was coated with light makeup. with a soft pink lipstick, and nude eye shadow. Her neck was adorned with marquise and teardrop crystal necklace; she carried a silver purse and completed the outfit with silver heels.

Dissipating corpses of the Chimeras littered around as the colorful smokeless flames engulfed them. Meanwhile, Wilhelmina cooled the battle with her own dance of ice. She unleashed her Scion Weapon from her sapphire ring, turning it into a pair of clawed gauntlets called Cocytus. With the claws, she could instantly cool the air and blasted off frozen spikes to pierce through the Chimeras. Cold mists emanated from Wilhelmina as she fought.

Her eyes, even from across the room, seemed to find Leo’s and hold them. Scarlet followed, a flame-haired Valkyrie. Where Jade was liquid, Scarlet was fire, sharp, defined muscle under alabaster skin dusted with freckles. A harness of red leather held her heavy breasts, and a matching thong disappeared into the lush copper curls at her apex. She smiled, a challenge, her teeth white and sharp.

she yelled, her eyes filled with fury. I smirked, my fangs glinting in the dim light. "Not a chance, my dear. You're not going anywhere. At least, not yet." In one swift motion, I retrieved a small, ornate box from my pocket. Inside, a pulsating crimson gemstone radiated an unsettling energy. I lifted it, and Scarlett's eyes widened in terror. "No," she breathed, her voice quaking. "You can't do this." I laughed, the sound dark and threatening. "Oh, but I can. And I will."

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"

she will get rid of me as fast as she cut ties to Eder. I walked over to Lamia and grabbed her wrist. I wanted to touch her. Her skin only bringing me to shiver. But, I clung to her for dear life. Lamia looked like the first day I met her. She was still as smart and dominating. She was a tower of authority in her stilettoes. I was never scared of her. Her lips were the only thing colorful about her. She wore red lipstick that distracting all eyes to it. Her silver hair was off her neck with delicate loops of curls in a tight bun on top of her head. She had a familiar black cocktail dress on that fit her figure like a glove. This was like her victory dress. Her cloak sat on her Victorian styl

She smiled and kissed their cheeks softly. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the bathroom down the hall. She took a quick shower and changed into her new uniform that Hermes had left for her on the door knob. It was a black t-shirt and pants, with red stripes on the sleeves and legs. It had pockets for holding weapons and gadgets, and a belt with a buckle that had Scar’s logo on it: a stylized S with wings and claws. Lena looked at herself in the mirror, feeling impressed by how well it fit her slim figure. She tucked her short hair under a black cap and adjusted it so that it covered her ears and forehead.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Serena's POV Bianca froze. "Bianca, what gives you the right to tell me to stay in my place? The family's pampered princess, the trust fund shareholder?" "You're the one always sitting pretty on unearned privilege. Who are you to lecture me about not fighting for what's mine?" "You—!" Her eyes reddened instantly. "Serena, I—" Her eyes filled with crocodile tears on cue. But I wasn't done. "And since you brought up my scar, let's talk about how I got it. Do you remember what you did to me when we were ten?"