Scarlet: Black Shadow Novels & Stories

Lucian stepped close, his own expression tight with concern. “Midnight?” he asked, addressing her wolf. Scarlett hadn’t formally introduced us to her wolf, but we knew Midnight existed; she had reached out to our wolves, and we had sensed her presence. But now… nothing. There was no response, no sign from either of them. Lucian glanced at me, the urgency in his eyes mirroring my own worry. We stood there, silent, watching and waiting for some sign, some flicker of recognition. I couldn’t help but feel that whatever Scarlett was going through, it was far beyond anything we had ever encountered before, and it left me feeling helpless, terrified of what might come next.

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The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

“Shadow we all know that she isn’t coming back. Everyone is talking about it; you and those humans don’t want to face the fact that she is dead she died back at the warehouse the entire building collapsed in on itself. The sooner you realize that the sooner we can start our lives with the boys. Do you think she would want you to neglect her sons by trying to chase some dream or hope that she had somehow survived.” Scarlette obviously upset and hurt. “See this is why, I don’t like coming here. We always have to deal with this bitch and her mouth and every single time I try to shut her ass up permanently yall always stopping me talking about Shadow might die this time around. At this point I’m

A shapeshifter. Behind this man, suddenly, the water blackened with hundreds of boats, all containing vampires, and then the sky, too, blackened with hundreds more vampires. It looked like an entire vampire army, all waging war, and all heading right for the Isle of Skye. Scarlet couldn’t believe it. It was as if this first person had somehow led the way for an entire vampire army. But Scarlet wasn’t about to run. On the contrary. She wanted vengeance for Polly. So instead of turning around, Scarlet ran forward, right for her attacker. And Ruth ran right beside her.

It wasn't the howl of a wolf; it was the scream of a monster. "The Shadow Pack," Marcus hissed, his claws extending as he moved to block the doorway. The hallway was a scene of chaos. The Blackwood warriors, still recovering from the "Shadow Rot" curse I had been treating, were struggling to shift. The attackers were shadows made flesh—massive, mangy beasts with fur like liquid tar and eyes that glowed a sickly, radioactive yellow. They didn't bite to kill; they bit to infect.

His name, Shadowless Hadrian, was shown on his head. Shadowless Hadrian's body emitted a faint glow and there was a huge bright circle under him. The circle looked like the back of a tarot card. It had a huge star and it was glowing too. It was Raeleigh's first encounter with games and she was observing every little detail on it. At that moment, Scarlette said coldly in the game, "Shall we continue to fight monsters today?"

The bats flew off, disappearing, their fluttering fading. Scarlet stood facing the door, and slowly, it opened. An amber light spilled out, and Scarlet felt drawn to enter. Scarlet crossed the threshold of the door, passed through the light, and entered the largest chamber she had ever seen. Inside, lined up at perfect attention, facing her, stood an army of vampires, dressed in all black. She hovered above them, looking down upon them as if she were their leader. As one, they all raised their palms and slapped them against their chests.

XAVIER'S POV My fingers dug into the injured witch's arm, her pained gasps echoing through the moonlit forest. Colby, Cameron, and Devon accompanied me with determined expressions along with our trained warriors from the werewolf army. I couldn't take the chance of going without any preparation. We were a band of shadows moving through the tangled woods, chasing the elusive promise of Scarlet's hiding place. If Panton was really telling the truth, then there was no doubt that Scarlet would be the one to lead them to Cyrus. And once I get my hands on him, he will be done for.

She could almost feel it in her veins, as if every shard embedded in her wrist was vibrating in recognition. “You…” she managed, her voice a strained whisper. The shadow figure stepped forward, though his boots made no sound on marble. Half his face was obscured beneath the hood, but the outline of sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and lips set in something between grimness and sorrow caught the gleam of the chandelier. The Shadow Alpha in human form. “I am owed through blood. And you, Zaria Blackwood, are the vessel of that debt.” Her body went cold. “I never—”