Scarlet Books Novels & Stories

The room was almost similar to Tanya's spell room. There were candles, glass vials with different liquids, and books on the shelves. Scarlet moved around the room frantically, she took a glass bottle containing a white substance. It was like salt and she poured it on the floor making a circle around Vincent. She scattered everywhere looking for something. Cyrus appeared in the room, seeing Scarlet moving around scattering the books on the shelf. " What are you doing?" he asked her but she avoided his question, then she picked a book from the pile she had thrown on the floor.

Scarlets are direct descendants of the moon goddess. Most Scarlets don't meet their wolves until a much later age. Some don't meet their wolf throughout their lifetime. Scarlet has a special bloodstream; their blood is different from the normal one. And no, I'm not referring to the color. The color is quite the same. Red. But Scarlet's blood is known to have special healing benefits. One of the books I read gave a little detail about them. I can still remember how the book described them. The vampires received a Scarlet as a peace offering when war broke out between the werewolves and the vampires. One female Scarlet was sacrificed to restore peace to the whole world. That is how powerful Sc

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

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”

I dropped back on my bed, ready to surrender to the ache in my chest—when my phone finally pinged. My breath hitched. My sweet boy, No. 13 Dracula Estate, East Coast. My eyes widened. “Dracula Estate?” I muttered under my breath. The name itself sent a shiver down my spine. Why did it sound so dark… so dangerous? But excitement overpowered fear. I shot up from the bed like I’d been lit on fire. I had already bathed earlier, so I brushed through my hair quickly, changed into a fitted outfit that hugged all the right places, and sprayed a hint of cologne across my neck.

I’m half listening, half trying to shake off that hollow ache, when it happens; One minute, I’m carrying my cupcake and my books. The next, everything is on the floor. The cupcake hits first, smearing frosting across the tiles. My books follow, scattering like confetti in the worst possible way. I stare at the mess for a beat too long, then a heel steps down beside my science book, sharp and deliberate. I look up. Sabrina. She’s smirking down at me with the confidence of someone who’s never been hit hard enough in her life. Rosa and Kelly flank her, balanced on stilettos like baby deer that learned cruelty before coordination.

Ugh, think faster Agatha! As I got closer and closer to the back of his bookshelves, the sound got louder and louder. And when I was finally able to get close, I immediately threw the book that I'm holding to the man that is facing behind me. Oh, my gosh! He is being r*pe! And by a man! When I threw the book at him, they both turned and looked at me. My eyes widened when I saw Caleb naked and his forehead is wrinkled. When we both saw each other, my eyes widened and his eyes also widened and he quickly stood up when he recognized me. Dude, that was a wrong move! Now, his naked body is right in front of me! It's visible to my two naked eyes! As the woman covers her chest with her hand and gla

That was how Flower whose name was actually scarlet has her way into the life of Hayden dark. Scarlet was the last child of her parents, her Father a Beast while her mother was a Human who died right after scarlet was born. She had live for more than two hundred years now in the quiet country of dense cress without finding any fun whatsoever so she concluded in going to Lane creek with some poisons in which she specialized in. She was known as a vicious lady who could kill without any remorse. She choose to walk right in at that moment. Truly she was a great beauty, one of her greatest asset.

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did