Scarlet: Black Shadow Novels & Stories

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ+ •*.』 SCARLETT GROWLED AS HER OCEANIC EYES WERE ENGULFED INTO BLOODSHOT FIERY RED ORBS.

the music, the laughter, the oblivious safety. Then back to her. For a split second, something unreadable crossed his face. And then... He stepped back. He turned, massive form melting into the shadows, muscles rolling beneath his fur, disappearing into the trees as silently as he’d appeared. Gone. Just like that. Scarlet stood there, chest rising and falling, the night suddenly too quiet. “Fuck,” she breathed. Her wolf laughed softly inside her mind. You just met something that doesn’t belong here. “A rogue,” Scarlet murmured. “Inside Blackwood.”

Scarlet's lifeblood spilled onto the stone floor, crimson liquid cascading over the mystical orb. As Scarlet's blood mingled with the orb, the chamber quaked with a violent tremor. The very fabric of the room seemed to pulsate with an ominous energy. Annik watched in horror as his beloved Luna's life force drained away, his heart breaking with each passing second. Suddenly, the darkness consumed Annik, his body trembling uncontrollably. His eyes turned black as the abyss, a transformation overtaking him. He emerged from the shroud of darkness, a monstrous black wolf, his aura radiating power and madness.

“Okay. Okay. Listen to me—find a signpost. Anything. Stay hidden. I’ll come to you. I promise.” Scarlet crouched behind a tree, sobbing quietly. “Please don’t let Peter die.” ____ Scarlet huddled behind the thick base of a tree, the gun she had used trembling in her hands. Her body was sore, scratched, and shaking from the cold night air and the panic that still hadn’t left her bones. Headlights sliced through the darkness. A sleek black SUV pulled up near the edge of the forest road. The door flew open before the engine even fully stopped.

Not to mention squatting down, even if the black shadow stood a little further away, he could clearly hear what the scar man was saying. In fact, the scar man obviously did it on purpose. The purpose was also to simply disgust the black shadow. The black silhouette flew into a rage. Originally, he had wanted the scar man to admit defeat. Never would he have imagined that what he would hear in the end would not only be this, but it would also be a complete insult to him. In a rage, the black shadow directly grabbed the scar man's throat with one hand. This fellow did not even try to grab it from within the golden armour. Instead, he pinched it together with the armour.

It buried itself in the dummy’s chest with a dull thunk. She spun around, eyes blazing. “What the—” “Ambush,” I hissed. She squinted at me in suspicion. Trouble seemed to follow me around and the timing of our arrivals were both coincidental and comic. Shadows broke from the treeline, at least ten of them, dressed in black, moving fast. Scarlett didn’t hesitate. She moved like fire — all instinct and fury. Her blade clashed against one attacker’s as she spun, kicked, and slashed.

I just told myself it was good to keep safe a distance from people, but why is it that I have this desire to listen to them? "I'm glad you're Crimson's friend." Scarlet replied as she smiled. "Black, can you promise me something?" "What is it?" "If one day, Crimson needs your help, please be there for him. That guy doesn't know how to ask for help, and he might get mad at you for it, but please help him when the day comes." "You seem to know a lot about Crimson." "Yeah, I do." Her expression was really sad, but then she smiled. "That's enough of that. I didn't mean for the topic to get so depressing. I'll see you around, Black."

The Rank 7 Dark Race smiled coldly once again. Scarlet's aura had been concealed by Lucas, and thus, the Rank 7 Dark Race could not make out the fact that Scarlet was a zombie.

Raven stood, Shadow erupting from her in a wave of black and gold, tearing The Wraith’s darkness apart, shredding the shadows that clung to her. The Wraith staggered, his eyes wide, his power flickering. “You… what are you?” he gasped. Raven stepped forward, Shadow swirling around her, her gold eyes locked on his. “I am Shadowstorm.” She lunged, her blade a streak of black fire, slicing through the last of The Wraith’s defense, plunging into his chest. The Wraith screamed, shadows bursting from him, twisting, writhing, before being sucked into the blade, the darkness tearing away piece by piece.