Remilia Scarlet Figure Novels & Stories

His character delivered a bloody kill to his opponent, despite having a human form. It even made me forget that I had to leave, and then I coughed a little. “You never mentioned your name.” “Oh… I'm sorry. I’m Raphael!” He glanced at me for a moment before shifting his focus back to his computer. “And I know you’re Arian; you’re already becoming famous around here.” I chuckled nervously and gave a nod. Raphael was the very first person who showed me kindness since my arrival here. With a burst of energy, I stood up once more and swung the door open, eager to catch a glimpse of the hallway. My lungs tightened, my heart raced,

VIOLETA I stared at the mirror, frozen. My hand slowly touched my cheek again, just to be sure it wasn’t a dream or some trick of the light. But no—it was real. The scar that had ruined my face for months... was gone. Gone. I couldn’t breathe. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. My reflection looked like someone I hadn't seen in a long time—me. The real me. The one before the fire. The one before the pain, the fear, the hiding. The one I thought was lost forever.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

On a wooden shelf sat a beautiful glass ball, it had a swirling pattern of gold and purple swirls that reminded me of the sun, I picked it up and spun it gently watching the light dance on the sides, I was mesmerized by its beauty, the whole room felt timeless somehow, I was sure that if I stayed here long enough, I would fall asleep, it wasn't like I had anywhere else to go anyway. I walked around, checking out the rest of the shelves as I examined the many books written in languages I could barely understand, It was then I sighted it, a brown parcel tied together in a ribbon, my legs found their way toward the other side of the room, it seemed heavy and hard, I didn't feel anything unusual

It didn't seem to be part of the office. She got a glimpse of a familiar thing inside a glass shelf, inhaling sharply when she now finally recognized the familiar material. “Mon-Mon . . .” It was neatly placed in a plastic transparent box. The young woman was in disbelief, clearly she didn't expect seeing that particular toy in his room. Next to it was a small, red velvet box.

I hurry and bring it out of the closet, carefully unzipping it from the bag. “Hold on I have the perfect thing to go with that.” Scarlet stands up quickly and disappears from the room. She comes back moments later with a tiara, the same tiara she wore to her mating ceremony. It was also the one that our mother wore the day that she mated with our father.

The room was quiet, Max had looked like he had seen a ghost. I would have thought she was a ghost, but she looked alive, just like I had seen in Vincent's memories. I had a strange feeling about this, his real mate is back. Everybody stared at her with astonishment, no one could hide the surprise on their face as Scarlet stood at the front of the room. She was wearing a red floral dress, and her white hair was in a mess. She looked at us with her green and blue eyes.

She was similar to the figure on the Laurens Vermeulen's drawing, but her facial features were a little bit different. - You know who I am, don't you?- the woman asked calmly, and contrary to what Esther saw in her dream, she was moving her lips while talking. - Yes... I mean, I think so.- replied Esther, looking at the female angel uncertainly.- You're Saraqael, one of the 'Scarlet Angels', right?- she added after a moment.

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

“You have introduced your people to me. Allow me to introduce myself. This is my Luna, Luna Scarlet, and her maid, Marina.” Levi kissed her left and right cheeks, complimenting her, "you're a perfect work of art.” Scarlet blushed. “Thank you. You're far too kind with your words.” Levi only patted Marina on her shoulder after she bowed. Now, while Marina wore a yellow straight, floor-length gown with sleeves, her hair knotted in a tight bun, Scarlet wore a dazzling beige ball gown with a red bow tie around her waistline. There was a simple necklace made of red diamond around her neck, which she matched with stud earrings of the same color. Her bracelet was topped with a transparent oval-cut d