Remilia Scarlet Figure Novels & Stories

Something just showed up. Scar: Strange. A mystery package. Open it. I'm smiling to myself as I type. Rita: You sent it, didn't you? Scar: I will neither confirm nor deny that. Open it. Rita: If it's lingerie, I swear. Scar: I wish it was. And you swear, what? You'd wear it for me? Rita: I'll make you wear it. Scar: I look good in fishnets. Open the box, Rita.

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?”

Then she turned slowly. Mira lay on her bed, shoes still on, back turned, shoulders stiff. Fake-sleep stiff. “I know you weren’t drunk,” Scarlet said quietly, ripping open her wardrobe. No response. Scarlet pulled clothes off hangers with sharp, violent movements. Fold. Toss. Fold. Toss. Her hands trembled, not from weakness...but from restraint. “I won’t fight over a dusty man,” she continued, voice tight. “Not Grey. Not Ronan. Not any of them.”

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.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

“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.

Will he become the knight in shining Armor of this Damsel in distress? Finally, after half an hour of staring, deciding, canceling, and re-deciding, Scarlet settled on a floral self-design off shoulders pink top matching it with blue jeans. She towel-dried her long chestnut hair and braided it making it fall to her front which passed through her bust reaching her waist.