Scarlet Overkill Novels & Stories

Vivienne sends him to look for them. Lamia and Niall discuss their winnings in both territories. It leads to her asking him to kill the Knowles as she believes they're really traitors. She also explains Scarlet is the next target while the strongest warriors are still in Blacktail. Fang is brought in to Lamia and she gets to kill him all over again. This time in front of a guilty Niall. Marquis makes it to Scarlet just in time to get Mal out before the vampires invade it.

I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but their words barely registered. The tentacles kept teasing me, flicking my clit and sucking my nipples. Another one wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while two more slapped my tits and pinched my nipples hard. "Oh fuck...." I whispered, squirting in messy arcs while the tentacles kept moving inside me, never slowing down. The figure leaned closer, its silver eyes glowing. “Your friends are getting closer. Try to stay quiet, Sophia. Or maybe you want them to find you like this — tied up, squirting, being used by me."

“Kill her.” “What?!” Garret asks, taken by surprise. “Kill her!” Warrick shouts. Panic shoots through me. I look back at Colt. He looks distraught, unsure what to do. He won’t, Colt mouths. I turn back to Garret just in time to see him pull out a knife. “No. Use your bare hands,” Warrick says. Colt is right, this is probably a test. He won’t really kill me…right? Within seconds, Garret is on me. I start swinging wildly, trying to punch him.

Then the screenshots. Every taunt. Every filthy message. Every calculated little cruelty Vivian had fed Scarlett while Adrian convinced himself he could keep two lives separate and still call one of them love. Then the recording. Vivian's breathless laugh. Adrian's own voice, lazy and rough with satisfaction. She'll never leave me. Scarlett loves me enough to die for me. And a child? She's tried sixty-six times and still hasn't given me one. I can't let the DeLuca bloodline end with me. Once you have the baby, everything will settle down. Scarlett will accept it. She always does.

"Oh come on... if he settles for this pretty… even I am gonna pissed off. After so many thoughts, I can’t conclude. Not his friend or sister. Then who is she? I picked up my phone and started texting Stacey. My best friend. It's 6 pm and I am damn sure that bitch is on her phone. Even if she's dead, that phone is going to accompany her afterlife. "Stacey…!" Next second she replies. "Yeah…?" "you would be shocked to know who I am seeing now...!" "Mmm… almighty Jesus Christ?" "What no…!" "Then buddha?" yeah Stacey being Stacey. "Boo, bitch no!" "Then who the hell are you seeing now? Is it Satan?" God she is Boling my kidneys. "It's Mr. Valerian…. yes the super-hot Satan!" I controlled my giggl

she said in a loud tone. “Why would they do this to me?” It wasn’t my fault. I never intended to kill Jonas. I got angry and things went haywire. He was standing right in front of me saying all sort of things about my late baby sister. I was angry. I couldn’t take it anymore. My inner wolf came out. I tried to calm it down but it wouldn’t listen. The shift was swift and before I knew it, I slit his throat with my sharp claws. He bled all over my clothes and another member of the pack walked in and saw what had happened.

And yet… her wrist burned faintly under her sleeve, the crest mark mocking her in silence. Dusk bled across the sky, painting the horizon in streaks of crimson and gold before the shadows of night swallowed the world. The pack gathered in the sacred clearing, circling the great stone altar at the center. Torches lined the perimeter, their flames flickering and twisting, shadows leaping like restless spirits.

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.”

“It’s embedded deep in her neurodata. She doesn’t even know it’s there. But it activates when your emotions hit a certain threshold extreme fear, rage, heartbreak.” Sebastian clenched his jaw, already pacing. “A failsafe. Navarro made her a walking trigger.” Scarlett’s voice broke. “So the more she feels, the more I feel... the closer she gets to taking over me?” Damien nodded grimly. “It’s not just about control, Scarlett. It’s about erasure. The override protocol doesn't coexist. It replaces.” Silence dropped over them like a lead curtain. Sebastian finally turned to Damien. “How long do we have?”

’ Atlas’s confusion mirrors my own. I move toward them, but a rogue lunge first, teeth flashing. My aunt screams, but the sound cut short as his jaws tear into her throat. Blood sprays, and she collapses before I’ve even taken two steps. ‘Noooo!’ I scream down the bond, my unit spinning with me. Another rogue launches at Rebecca. One bite. One brutal shake of his head, and her body slumps to the ground, headless, her pink dress soaked in blood.