Scarlet Heart Novels & Stories

He felt poisoned but powerful. The warmth rose through his hips like hot liquid mercury, hovering long enough to send blood rushing to his cock. It meandered through his abdomen and core, tightening around his heart as it took its own lazy, unpredictable course through his body. The warmth pinched at his heart and B full well thought he was having a heart attack. But then the study doors wedged open. Notes of amber and mandarin tickled his nostrils. H. B could smell her before she slid into the study.

"I underestimated you." "You are a beta, and you should remain so. You should never have crossed me." She approached him as he attempted to regain his balance. With a grin on her face, Raven's hand transformed and turned bare as she stabbed him in the chest, taking his heart out. She stared at him as he focused his gaze on her, looking dead. Raven let him drop to the ground. "You should never have dared to cross me." She dropped his heart on him. Scarlett let out a gasp as she awoke. She was shocked to see what had happened. "What have you done?"

Chapter 22. Pick a movie from N*****x. The scariest part isn't the feeling of loneliness or the darkness surrounding the intense pain or even the depths of ignorance. It's the realization that you have intentionally surrendered yourself to isolation, deprived yourself of emotions, lost the ability to smile and sold your soul to agony. And I had lost the ability to smile. I had lost the ability to feel anything except for that creeping hollow of pain in my abdomen and the strong waves of loneliness in my heart.

Scarlet smiled, threading her fingers through his hair. Raymond’s voice broke the tender silence. “Also, you keep saying ‘her.’ How can you be so sure it’s a girl?” Scarlet's smile deepened, mysterious yet certain. “Close your eyes,” she whispered. He did. “Breathe in. Breathe out.” Raymond obeyed, his chest rising and falling in sync with hers. “I can feel her,” Scarlet said softly. “I can hear her giggles, see her tears… her joys… her sorrows.” Her voice broke slightly. “Her pain.”

Scarlet pointed at her with a shaking hand, voice dripping poison. “You wanted me gone?” she said softly. “You wanted me scared?” Her laugh came out cracked, almost hysterical. “I’m not scared, Liora.” She stepped closer, her eyes blazing like hellfire. “I’m fucking awake.” Helena grabbed Liora’s arm, pulling her back. “Stay away from her—!” Scarlet’s gaze flicked to Helena, and her expression twisted into disgust so sharp it looked like hatred made flesh. “You,” Scarlet whispered. “You’re the reason I learned how to survive with my heart in pieces.”

Lioran's POV “Ahh damn… give it to me harder, Alpha…” Ruby let out a soft sound, gripping the edge of the bed as she felt the intensity building from behind. This time, I wasn't in the right headspace; my thoughts were still in turmoil. My pride was slowly being chipped away, piece by piece. If the moon goddess intends to toy with my fate, she could have simply given me a heads-up. “Lior…” Ruby let out a piercing scream as I lunged at her, my blood surging with intensity. The wolf inside me roamed restlessly… It scratches at the edges of my consciousness, yearning to emerge completely.

I coughed, my hands adjusting the scarf, as my eyes fluttered a million times to sink with the beat of my heart. His gaze fell right to my scarf, with a short smirk on his lips, “You intend to remove the scarf, my house is pretty warm, that I can say for sure,” he said, his eyes now back on mine, the smirk gone. “No…no, I'm fine,” I stammered, adjusting it for the last time. My heart still beating like crazy,“So… hmm, would you help me?” The silence that came last for a while, as those eyes of his, stayed focused on mine, as though holding them captive.

Swiftly flicking his cigarette, he forcefully turned the steering wheel in the opposite direction, causing the car to spin in circles around the girl. On the other side, Hiya, with her heart pounding, witnessed a black Mercedes approaching rapidly. Overwhelmed with fear, she clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, anticipating an imminent tragedy. In that moment, she believed it was her last day in this world, facing an inevitable and untimely demise.

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

Weston I can’t move. Not yet, not while my mind is going a million miles an hour. Scarlet wouldn’t steal them. She’s not a bad person. She’s not a con artist or a thief. She’s Scarlet, a quirky girl from Chicago who likes paranormal romance, drinking tea, and looking at the stars. She’s the woman I love.