Scarlet Ninja To Novels & Stories

Like the Alpha suddenly rejected Chantal, and put me on the throne? I shook my head. I shouldn’t be thinking badly about Chantal. She’s still my sister. But she wanted me dead. She ordered those rouges to kill me. Then I remember the scarlet-eyed werewolf. It takes great supremacy to threaten those rouges without doing anything. He just stood in front of me looking at them. I wonder which pack he belongs to? I haven’t heard of the werewolf with the scarlet eye before. Does Alpha Primo know him? Well, if he is, I won’t have the audacity to ask him anyway, so what’s the point of having that idea, Chandria?

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

As I approached the window, I threw the water bottles through it and jumped. "Ouch, fuck!" I hissed as a metal blade sliced through my leg, knocking me to the ground. I groaned, then raised my head to look at them. They stood by the window, each with an even grin on their face. "Temple Run," one of them whispered. I gasped, my breath shortening as I quickly picked up the bottle and ran around the corner from the back of the cafeteria building. Tears streamed down the corner of my eyes, wishing they would leave me alone. I felt a rush of adrenaline as the boys climbed through the window and transformed into wolves.

In a flash, she was out like a light. Miguel was in a car with Nancy. The black Toyota Hilux Rogue was parked at a nearby building across a market. Their lips engaged in a ferocious battle. The window tint was dark enough to cover them up, so neither of them were too worried about someone witnessing their scandalous act. He was supposed to meet up with some suppliers for the building materials, but the woman insisted to go with him. She was the daughter of the new counselor of Bansalan, Counselor Alcantara. The young

Devin who was also waiting alongside Scarlet maintained a professional demeanor as he greeted them, a brief nod and a warm smile of welcome. Scarlet was dressed in a stylish and casual outfit that reflected her lively personality. She wore a pair of form-fitting dark jeans that accentuated her long legs. Her top was a simple yet fashionable white blouse with a relaxed fit, which she had partially tucked into her jeans. Over her blouse, she had thrown on a fitted leather jacket, a hint of her edgy style.

I watched her sleep yesterday, watched her cry as she had a nightmare, and whispered that bastard's name! "Stop them, Fen. That is an order from your Alpha." A deep silence engulfs the dining hall and I wait for the order to come from Fen. I wait for him to say it, shout the order to halt, and stop that test. But what happens instead is that he switches the call to a video call. I pick up immediately and soon I'm looking at the fence outside Ironclaw preparatory. Scarlett isn't scaling the fence. She's trying to but she can't because it wasn't built to accommodate someone of her size and stature.

Scarlet monstrous voice loomed. As the beast that had been Scarlet lowered its horns with a deafening bellow, massive fists pounding the earth, I knew my next heartbeat could be my last. Nowhere to run or hide - death charged straight for my fragile throat. My focus narrowed to one enemy cutting ruthlessly through the melee - the sadistic Luna Scarlet, her crimson hair bright as a banner of war. At long last fate had gifted me the chance to confront my childhood tormentor and avenge the innocent girl she had brutalised. The reckoning was at hand.

Nero asked coldly when she walked past him, entering the hallway. “How did you even get past the gate?” I whispered without thinking my words through. “I jumped over the fence,” Scarlet said, eyeing me before looking at Nero. “Your father said that you need extra hands here, so… Here I am. Ta-da!” This is not good. These two had been going on pack missions together for the longest…since their teen years, and even though I am Nero’s Beta, he chose Scarlet more often than me, especially for missions that he won't talk to me about when he comes back home.

“Do you not see? I remain Luna of this pack. All living things here bow to me. They obey my will. And you? You are naught but a discarded trifle—the toy he has cast aside.” A single tear slipped from Scarlet’s bruised eye. “You fancied yourself the favored one? A lover?” Ravena stood now, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Do not fret. I have brought you men—strong, eager men. Since you so enjoy warming my husband's bed, let us see how well you perform under witness.” She turned with a snap of her fingers. “Summon them in.” ---