Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

Richard opened his fourth bottle of imported whisky and poured a generous portion in his cup, he gobbled it down ignoring the burning sensation lingering in his throat. He was feeling as bleak as he did every other day since the past week. He walked around his friends' study glancing through some books before slumping on a sofa. He instantly recognised the chair, he had taken Ann there almost a fortnight ago, and he surged quickly inspecting for any sign of blood. There was a tard bit, although it was almost invisible on the black chair, he pour in some of his drink and began brushing it off with the tail of his coat. He felt so crude for not been able to give her the decency of losing her i

"This will be over before you even know it." *

I can't fight nor move, my strength got drained instantly. "Silas!" I tried to shout, but even my voice is weak that it can't reach him. "This won't last" "Silas and you should die tonight," My eyes widen when I saw a red dot on Silas's chest. I want to scream, but my voice is too weak to let it out. "P-please n-no," I said, pleading to the man behind me. My mind went blank, my face paled as I saw the red dot on everyone's chest, no one did even notice except the two of us who's standing in the middle..

Scarlett chanted, her voice dropping into an ancient, resonant frequency that made the very ground vibrate. She pressed the tip of her jade brush directly against the boy’s chest, right over the spreading black veins. "FORMAT: PURGE. OVERRIDE: HEAVENLY TRIBULATION!" She didn't draw a standard healing talisman. She drew a Lightning Tribulation Seal—the most aggressive, destructive purification array in the Cultivation Realm—and fed it directly into the Ark’s mainframe via the Stellar Navigator. The result was apocalyptic. A pillar of absolute, blinding golden lightning erupted from Scarlett’s brush, shooting straight up through the center of the Academy. It pierced the roof of the Bio-Dome an

Scarlet accused. What? …

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

I hope it heals; I really dislike scars. “You were trying to kill me!” I shot back, getting back on my feet. “Giving it a shot…” He rolled his eyes and leaped off the desk. He leaned in and whispered to the boy behind him, who then nodded with a sly grin and made his way toward me. I stumbled backward, my heart racing, feeling as if both of them could hear me, their eyes glinting with an even brighter intensity. “No one talks back at Rowan,” he declared, then shoved me to the ground, snatching the knife from the wall. I felt a jolt of discomfort as I bumped against the tiled floor.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Lucian’s POV Scarlett had torn us apart in ways I couldn’t have imagined. She had done the unthinkable—she poisoned the water supply of Redcape, using the same toxic mix she had been accused of using on us. Half the pack lay dead because of her, and all our efforts to clear her name were suddenly, tragically, for nothing. As I looked at her, bound and helpless before us, I felt a twisting in my chest—a mix of anger and sorrow so deep I could hardly breathe. How could she have done something so reckless, so cruel?