Remilia Scarlet Figure Novels & Stories

It hissed, a sound like a thousand drowned screams. Ripples of crimson spread across the mirror‐dark surface. From those spirals, shapes began to rise: first one figure, then another. Pale as fallen marble, they emerged with shuddering stillness, as if the cradle had birthed statues come to life. The first of them wore Sirelia’s face, flawless skin, eyes cold embers, hair braided with strands of ash. Then another, and another, until a silent legion stood shoulder to shoulder.

I was about to pick up my girl when her mom stopped me, she moved me away and knelt before Scarlet placing her hands on her (Scarlet's) shoulder. After a few seconds she moved away. Motioning for me to carry her. I looked at my girl who was now healed!!.... She was breathing normally with no sign that she was hurt except of course the blood that was covering her. I looked at her mom wondering what just happened and how she was able to do that but then I remembered Skylar's words. Scarlet was a half Angel and half goddess does this mean that her mom is the goddess?! The moon goddess Serene??!! Scarlet's mom just gave me a knowing looking and her attention shifted to the limp body of Skylar.

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?”

that she was untouched by chaos. Mira whistled low from her bed. “Damn,” she said. “I must admit...you’re a fucking vision. A dangerous one.” Scarlet smiled faintly. “It’s just a dress.” “No,” Mira replied, standing up. “It’s you. You look like trouble wrapped in silk.” They both laughed, but Scarlet’s laughter didn’t reach her eyes. Mira tilted her head. “Why aren’t you nervous? Today’s the day, right?”

He said, watching her jump up from the bed and walk in front of where Daario was sitting. "That's a question not even Greyworm can answer, but I don't need questions," she said with a powerful smile. She grabbed the only attachment to her clothing, a golden ring the size of a closed fist, she snapped it out, and her silver-white dress, the color matching her hair, fell to the floor with the ring making a light metallic sound that echoed through the room.

Grey had watched Scarlett grow into the strong, capable woman she was today, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection. The memory of the health orientation program that Scarlett had organized for the pack resurfaced in Dr. Grey's mind. It had been a remarkable initiative, showcasing Scarlett's dedication to the well-being of others. She remembered how Scarlett had taken charge of the event, sharing valuable information with the pack members about health and wellness. The way Scarlett had interacted with everyone, her confidence and passion shining through, had left an indelible mark on everyone present.

“So you support me threatening, blackmailing, or bribing him into a fake dating agreement?” The cackle of her laugh synchronizes with the opening of the door. Wilma materializes out of the doorway like an apparition, wearing a bloodstained white tunic with a purple satin fabric thrown around her shoulders, and a large medieval belt threatening to fall off her waist. In stark contrast to the rest of her appearance, her long hair is slicked back in a high ponytail, not a strand out of place. “Did someone say bribe, threaten, or blackmail?” She beams, scratching her cheek.

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

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.

“Greetings, Luna Séraphine”. Rita said, with an obvious urgency in her voice. ‘How dare a mere Omega head servant treat me like trash before?’. I thought, and was certain that I was not going to let her off the hook. I would rather die again and go through the pain of death and hell, rather than for me to let her go freely. “Don't just stand there… quick. Do as our Luna Séraphine has said and call the pack's doctor immediately!”. Rita said, then she hurried to the sofa and held onto the asleep Kelly.