Scarlet Erza Novels & Stories

A few people I'm waiting to see slip up and give themselves away. “Hi, Alpha Roman.” The female voice has always been pleasant to the ears, but Safira has always been one with a voice that would make any man follow her blindly. My eyes settle on her and I take her in once. She’s beautiful. With brown skin and blue eyes, the first daughter of the Skrin Alpha of the Skrin pack. “Hello Safira. Is there anything I can help you with?” She smiles and her eyes drift to Scarlett. “Who is she?”

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.

I am the daughter of Alpha Shell from the Scarlet Pack and my mother is a Moors princess! Sherizad batted her eyelids at fifty bats per second. Ryan could not help but feel a little something knock at the gates of his icy heart. Love was in the air.

The sudden smell of her blood was an assault to his senses. Once the girl got her bearings, she looked around the room, her eyes passing over the men and landing on the three girls huddled together. Instead of being frightened or delirious at where she was, she rose, dusted off her pants and walked purposefully towards the girls and asked in a calm voice, "So, which one of you is Erza?" The three girls froze, but none of them answered. "Well?” she waited impatiently; they just stared at her blankly.

- said the angel on the right, named Orphamiel. - Exactly, you must have been curious yourself, otherwise you would have resisted more.- added Razael, standing on the left. - Okay, take it easy guys.- Rathanael turned gently to them. - There's no point in arguing, since you're already here anyway.- Saraqael said, looking at those three like a mother on her mischievous children.- Please, be more serious, you belong to the Scarlet Roses after all. You're good at your job, but sometimes you act like children.- she sighed, then turned her head to Esther.- Meet your colleagues, they're Orphamiel, Anahel and Razael.- Saraqael introduced them, pointing from right to left.- Their main task is to bri

For a moment, her eyes flickered, as if she had just realized something. She suddenly grabbed my shoulders and exclaimed, "I knew it! You've been reborn, too!" Then, she looked at me arrogantly. "Do you even know why you were able to come back to life? It's because you're my daughter! As the daughter of the heroine, even if you die a few times, you'll still keep coming back! Fate keeps giving us these second chances so we can finally find the perfect way to make your dad regret leaving me!" I could tell she had completely lost her mind. I shook her hands off me and grabbed my dad's and Erin's hands instead.

Who's she? “I am Saintess Eira Lupinus!” Ezra exclaimed. Memories of the past drowned Heinrich's brain. He then remembered the Saintess who helped him create the Philosopher's Stone. The Saintess he chose because he didn't want to cooperate with that clingy and annoying woman, Cecilia Wolfsbane! “…You… are Eira Lupinus? But Eira Lupinus has blue eyes and black hair… her skin is dark and…” Heinrich had just realized that Eira and Ezra had very similar faces, even though their appearance characteristics were different.

Erza was of a particularly small stature. Other than the tiny black wings attached to her back, and the U-shape horn that stuck out from the sides of her head, she looked just like an adorable elementary school girl, standing at about 5 foot. She wore a rosary necklace, and like the rest of the demon guards, her attire was skimpy as well; wearing only a black cross-shaped tube barely covering her undeveloped breast, her bottom consisted only a black rough rag covering her private parts with her devil tail sticking out from behind her tailbone.

Evelyn was standing in the center, extremely prominent. Hearing the noise, she turned her head to call me. "Erza, come here." A head popped out from behind her; a beautiful girl appeared before my eyes. She had long brilliant orange hair and clear eyes; at a glance, she was only 15 or 16 years old, but her strength and danger far surpassed many people here. Suddenly she walked up to me, gave me a look, then frowned. "You're a newcomer. Erza? What kind of power do you have that stands out? Why can't I feel any power emanating from you?"

When my hand touches the person's skin, I feel a cool sensation that makes me want to touch more. But the strong scent of this person's perfume made my nose sting. I realized she wasn't Sharmaine, so I pushed her away and tried to come to my senses. My vision was sometimes blurry, but enough to see the girl's face. She's Erza, not Sharmaine. "Why you're here? Where's Sharmaine?" I asked coldly. Ezra replied in a coy voice, "This is my room. If I'm not here, where am I? Sharmaine isn't here, but I'm here, okay? I can make you happier than her!"