Scarlet Overkill Fanart Novels & Stories

What she saw surpassed her wildest expectations. The entire page, even its appearance, made it clear that the person running it was even more obsessed with 'Scarlet Angels' than she was. Esther scrolled slowly through the page, browsing the posts and was shocked more and more with every each one of them. Her attention was also drawn to the description of the page, placed in the sidebar - that the host of this website has devoted his entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', then also a warning that the knowledge contained here is dangerous, and it's not known how long this page will exist, it was mentioned that this was al

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

said Scarlet. 12hrs 35mins Once I was finished making Quacker the Pirate Duck, I cleaned myself and looked at Scarlet looking at Cassidy and her friends “Scarlet!!!” I shouted “what is Arnold” Scarlet said. Cassidy looked at me talking to a 10yr female spirit, “the animatronic is finished Scarlet” I said “okay Arnold” then Scarlet looked at the missing children and Charlotte “something bothering you Cassidy?” Scarlet asked “do I remember you?” Cassidy asked “Cassidy, Charlotte, Gabriel, Jeremy, Susie & Fritz meet Scarlet Gardener. She was murdered by William’s biological mother Hart Afton” I said. “Scarlet Gardener” said Gabriel “yes Scarlet Gardener, I according to my sources she was murder

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

The sharp weapon pierced his body and emerged from the other side. Behind him was standing Scarlet releasing all the water from her body to weaken the force of the. The ‘Red Moon Mate Mark' on her neck shined and emitted red moonlight with some blood drops joining the water that Scarlet was channelizing from her whole body. Osiris blocked the girl's figure letting all that water-moonlight-blood shower pass through her body and poured down all her flames into it. Suddenly, A man's dark voice was heard, “Calistaaaa…..” Oz witnessed him giving up his shield power to create a covering around the people blocking Evanora's blocking weapon. She was none other than Herbew, Calista AKA Scarlet's brot

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

She chuckled, turning her head at me. “Promise me you won’t sell this, Red,” she laughed. I shook my head, my shoulders shaking as I laughed with her. “I will keep this. You didn’t tell me you have this kind of talent, but you got my lips wrong.” I raised my hand, my index finger pointing at the curve of the lips of her stick man drawing. Aya glanced at me and then nodded. “Paint again, Red,” she murmured. “I can’t. Since Scarlett died, I felt like I could not paint anymore,” I muttered sadly, glancing at the last piece I made, Scarlett and our twins.

On cue, men with weapons, with the same tattoos emerged from the shadows. My eyes widened when I realized what their tattoos means. It's an arrow and a sword depicted together with a gothic letter R in the middle. These men are rebels! "The master will love this. Let's bring them to our hideout. Take them to the wagon," one of the rebels ordered. "NO!" I shrieked and elbowed the man who was holding me on my left arm. He lost his grip on me as he fell to his knees. He was clutching his stomach while grunting in pain. I shifted my haze to Ayla and I saw how she tried to free herself from the men. She succeeded which made the rebels frantic and furious.

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

It's really funny that she only noticed it now. Her eyes wandered around her small face. The face where people in their small-town envies and at the same time loved by many. Dalia's palm was still throbbing from the crisp slap she gave her. Her hair is flaming red, an attractive color. Red—a color that represents life, health, vigor, war, courage, anger, and love. She wants to laugh as she looks at Agnes that was currently holding back her cry and she looks up at her with disbelief in her eyes.