Novel & Cerita Scarlet Gym Leaders

“You want to elect one of your late husband's brothers as the Alpha? What the hell are you thinking, Scarlet?!” Scarlet yelled back with tears pooling at the end of her eyes. “What do you want me to do, Jasper? Sit still and watch the council kill me and my family? No. This is the only way and you know it!” Jasper countered her statement. “Kaiden's brothers are crazy! I would advise against your plan. We need to find another way.” “There's no other way,” Scarlet balled both her hands in a fist. “I'll deal with this one way or another.”

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

“That would be because he is unusually different. He is known as a lycan; the first of his kind. He’s garnered quite a few names for himself, but ‘Devil’ stands out the most. He never loses a battle, and he is feared among packs. I think you might’ve heard of him…Does Zhamar Dragun of the scarlet moon pack ring a bell?” The scarlet moon pack…? Dragun…? Linessa froze, the bread crumbling in her hand. Dragun wasn’t just a name, it was a legacy; the undefeated warrior who stood as the first lycan… She looked down at her hands, the ones that had been clawing at her palms just moments ago while she demanded he be her ‘shepherd’. ‘I asked the devil to lead me into a room of starving wolves’ she th

They could feel the connection and the calling of both wolves into consummation. “What do you want?” Lan asked softly. “I sincerely don’t think it’s right keeping the elders waiting.” Scarlett rolled her eyes. “When have you been so worried about the elders?” Lan tapped on his forehead slightly with a faint smile. “I can’t even remember that,” he swallowed harder that his Adam apple showed movement. Scarlett's hands slowly went to the buttons of the shirt she was wearing and she unbuttoned them one after the other. She soon revealed her full but pointed breast.

“After recuperating, I’ll be back on your screen. Thank you.” The security quickly cleared a path and led us toward the VIP exit. As the private elevator to the basement opened, there stood someone near a sleek, black Bugatti. His brown hair was styled perfectly, each strand in place. But he had a cold face and a calm kind of confidence that made it impossible to ignore him. He looked like the kind of guy who could cause total confusion in the midst of girls just by walking in. “Hello, Mr. Scarlet.” He shook hands with Elena’s dad.

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

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

" Maxwell asked, and there was a crack in his voice that showed fear. Garland was right. We had none of the three things he mentioned that were necessary for a victory in war. He had warriors and weapons, Keith had warriors, weapons, and magic, and all we had was our fighting skills. Our warriors weren't much, so we won't be able to meet Garland's might no matter how strong and skilled we were, and we did not have weapons to increase the strength of the few warriors we had. Scarlett was the only magic we would have had; she is with Keith now. Keith has it all, and we have nothing. Whose fault is it if it isn't ours?

In the midst of this emotional storm, Jason's silent support served as a comforting anchor. As the somber news settled within the room, one by one, family members began to take their leave. Aunt Fernanda, the last to leave, approached me, her gaze a mixture of disdain and disinterest. "You should be the one leaving," she muttered under her breath before exiting the room, leaving me to grapple with the lingering sting of rejection. Leila, my cousin, lingered for a moment, her eyes betraying a long-standing animosity. "You always think you're the center of attention, don't you? This is just another one of your dramatic acts, pathetic" she scoffed, echoing the sentiments of her mother.

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'