Scarlet Heart Novels & Stories

I knew she would be a piece of work, but I was willing to put in the time and effort to get through to her. I had told Lucian and Maxwell that our ruthless and mean approach was why she was like this. The girl had tried to run over twenty times, and even though Lucian threatened to beat her up, she still dared to do it again. It was time we broke her with kindness. We would see her lovely side if we treated her as she should be treated. I did not want to believe that this was all that there was to Scarlett. Yes, she seemed mean and ungrateful, but I believed it was a defence mechanism, and Lucian was too blind to see it. My decision to accept her eventually was not because of magic but becau

except mine. Three days...it was the time I spent laying wide awake at night just thinking about him. Dreaming with my eyes wide open about his deep grey eyes guarded by thick long eyelashes, the angular scar running down from the top of his left bushy brow. Werewolves heal faster than humans, especially alphas....the scar must had a wild story behind it...a story I might never be able to hear from him.

The flames clung to his synthetic flesh, writhing like serpents. "That slowed him down," Grayson panted, reloading. "Barely." "His core—it's behind the left rib," Lucian called. "Spliced in from Sovereign’s third-gen synths. That’s the only way to kill him." Elena nodded grimly. "Then we go for the heart." Helix recovered fast. Way too fast. With a growl that warped the air, he charged, faster than any of them could react. He slammed into Lucian, tossing him across the chamber. The man hit a wall with a crunch and didn't get up.

"But if they don't believe in love's power to transform people, they've never met us." She laughed, the sound carrying across the valley like music. The bullet scar on her chest was still visible when she wore certain clothes, a permanent reminder of the night their war had ended. But rather than making her feel damaged, it served as proof of what they'd survived together. "Any news from Ghost?" she asked, noting the thick envelope in his hand.

“We have to move. Now.” But Elara couldn’t move. The creature was looking at her. Not Kael. Not Dain. Her. “You are the one,” it murmured, tilting its head unnaturally. The cavernous black pits where its eyes should have been locked onto hers. “The heart. The key. The sacrifice.” A violent shudder coursed through her body. Sacrifice. The word rang in her mind like a tolling bell, dredging up pieces of the prophecy she had fought so hard to ignore.

Scarlet's chest throbbed faintly, a familiar sense of pain grew, and her face paled. She rubbed her chest and closed her eyes. "No, this isn't my body." "This body doesn't have a heart infection. This body is healthy." She kept hypnotizing herself as she tried to steady her breathing. This familiar pain seemed so distant yet remained as familiar as ever. The same pain she lived with for years before she breathed her last at 21... Scarlet suddenly laughed. How unfair life was. But then again, hadn't she been given another chance? Even if it wasn't her life. It was still left for her to make things right.

Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet. Jake Lawson has taken away everything: my child, my dignity, and my hope, and cast away like trash.

I couldn't bear to look more pathetic than I already was. Scarlet heard the unspoken words of rejection from her mate as she watched him devour Beatrice.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.