Scarlet Novels & Stories

Cause this isn't what the code d mean. Like they have a lot of language code... example cod red which means danger alert. While The code D mean Death. And by telling queen code d, queen knew scarlet meant that she should make every arrangement to fake her death after she's been imprisoned that way no one will find her again and if this is queen plan then she's ruined everything. As the police got a little distracted with the gun fire, scarlet use the opportunity to elbow the police that was holding her and she ran away quickly. Maybe this is her chance to escape the police.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”

Dex and Elian regarded the newcomers coldly. Especially their leader, who was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick ginger beard and fiery red hair tied back in a knot. A nasty scar ran through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanently pissed-off look. Dex’s hand hovered near his holster, and Elian’s finger was already itching on the trigger. He was still hoping to get more kills anyways. “You took something that belongs to us. Where is it?” The leader asked, his deep and loud voice ringing through the warehouse.

At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh." Straburgh… The Russell family… What was that guy's name again? Tristan slowly raised his head. "Are you talking about Leon Russell?" Jordan nodded eagerly. "Yeah, him. I heard Leon's never been into women before. His father was so worried, thinking he had other preferences. But now, Leon's gone completely head over heels in love. "My friend works at Russell Group, and he showed me a photo. It really is Esther." Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture.

Scarlets are direct descendants of the moon goddess. Most Scarlets don't meet their wolves until a much later age. Some don't meet their wolf throughout their lifetime. Scarlet has a special bloodstream; their blood is different from the normal one. And no, I'm not referring to the color. The color is quite the same. Red. But Scarlet's blood is known to have special healing benefits. One of the books I read gave a little detail about them. I can still remember how the book described them. The vampires received a Scarlet as a peace off

I slowly opened the door and peeked out only to find a tall girl standing while looking at me. "Yes?" I asked her with a frown and she waved at me. "I'm Taurus." She said and I frowned even more. What kind of a name is that? "How can I help you?" I asked. She somehow looks familiar. I don't really remember where I saw her. "Um, are you Aurora?" She asked and I nodded. "Oh, Aurora I'm from the scars." She said and my eyes widened. From the scars? What is she doing here and where is her mask?

She stood up from his embrace and straightened herself. "Omar? Yes I..." She paused to clear her throat then she noticed that his silver white outfit had been stained red, placing a palm on his chest, she felt his accelerated heart beat and his rasped breathing and swiftly withdrew her hand. She shivered when realization dawned on her and she took a step back. "Omar...?" She searched his eyes and pointed to his clothes. "What is that? Is that... blood on you?" "Blood?!" Saadiya and Parvina chorused and rushed forward, stopping just behind Mariam and their eyes widened when they saw the huge stain.

The brunette had the urge to scream her feelings out, but it would be mortifying if someone would actually hear her. Annabelle looked around, searching for something to hide herself. She saw a pile of large rocks at a distance, so she headed towards it, running. The woman gasped for air when she reached the destination. She placed herself on the broader part of it and turned over. Facing the sunrise, she noted the sky was painted with gradient hues of orange and blue. It was breathtaking adding up the sorrows she was feeling, and with that she gathered all

Or something else, something worse that I would rather go my whole life without knowing? We reach the door, and Marcus knocks, his hand resting on the gun in his coat. As we wait, listening for a voice, my heart is in my throat, every nerve in my body on high alert. There is no noise, no movement, for a moment. Then the door creaks open, and there she is, staring at me, at us. Helen-Nora Sinclair.