Scarlet Princess Novels & Stories

Even the goddess could misunderstand Scarlett’s white outfit, which makes her appear to be someone she is not. Scarlett had zero chance of being accepted when I learned the “story” behind her invitation. Her dad had just obtained a promotion, and while he was now in the second tier, he was still at the bottom grade. Her chances of being considered to be Ronan’s bride were definitely low. A row of close to ten omega eunuchs steps into the hall, and all clap their hands together in sync. “Announcing the arrival of the five royal princes into the hall!!!” “Clap…clap…..clap”

Had she just confirmed that Scarlett is a Valkin Alpha? "So you admit that she is a Valkin Alpha," I asked, and she sighed. "I am not sure, but the signs are there. Her wolf is here, she is in heat, and she has magic. I suspect female Valkins are late bloomers. Being the first of her kind, Scarlett must have gone through the process most excruciatingly." She said, and I knew she was right. Everything that happened to her while she was with us played in my mind, and I knew it might be impossible to get her back.

“Exiles own the water, ma’am. Whatever your brother or the Captain told you was a lie. They have no idea what they’ll be facing. Exiles have granted us passage from time to time, but this ship is carrying two Royals. I doubt they’ll look the other way now.” “My brother has sailed these seas for years.” “He’s a Prince. You’re a Princess. Do you know what a pirate would do to get his hands on you? They’d defy every law in the book to capture a gem like that.” I felt queasy. “My sister has sailed this very journey. I think we are fine; all due respect.” He smiled and I realized why they called him Fang. His canines looked like they’d been filed into actually fangs. “Your sister is not you, Prin

"My apologies, Princess." "And stop calling me that." One of the male Wardens walked up to Scarlet from behind. Before he could reach out and touch her shoulder, Scarlet had slipped to the side, her hands raised in defense. "And don't try sneaking up on me." "Yet you doubt that you are one of us?" he asked, his voice low. "I never said that. I said I'm not your Princess." Scarlet kept her guard up.

As the two men scurried away, Scarlett felt a chill run down her spine as she realized what was happening - they were selling out their own information to the unknown woman for some kind of undisclosed benefit. But before Scarlett could leave unnoticed, one of them spotted her lurking behind the crates. "Hey, you there!" The man instinctively pulled his gun at her. "You made a mistake messing with the wrong person bro, she's the Lord's heiress." Bamm! A familiar throaty voice boomed behind Scarlett as she watched the hand man drop dead within a fraction of second. Stunned at the turn of events, everyone looked towards the direction of the shot and there he was, standing there without a care

Aria’s Pov The moon was silver and full that night, and my life was broken. Tonight was supposed to be the night I became Luna; my mate, Kael Draven, Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was meant to brand me as his. Every girl dreams of this one moment. That one promise I had clung to for years as an omega, despite being ignored, doubted, and discarded, should have changed everything tonight. It did, but not in the "tomorrow" that was hoped for.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.

“If they were so powerful, they wouldn’t have left me to rot in that pack. They wouldn’t have let me live like a fucking slave.” Mira blinked, guilt flashing across her face. “Scar, I didn’t...” Scarlet laughed ... that hollow, cracked laugh that sounded more like a sob. “Don’t worry. You didn’t know. Nobody does.” She looked down at her wrist, the bracelet gleaming like a cruel reminder. “Princesses don’t get scars. They don’t get beaten for speaking out. They don’t get thrown in basements and called mongrels.” “Scarlet…” Mira whispered, standing, but Scarlet turned away.

Hessy added. Scarlet scoffed. Her bloodthirst cousin was getting out of hand. He was no longer a petty murderer. He had killed a Princess! His insanity would soon drive him to the edge of no return. “So I heard...” she hummed, while nothing in her expression betrayed her thoughts. “Fetch the meal over.” Hessy took the meal trays from the maids and set them on the table. Once done, she tucked the empty tray neatly by her side. Princess Scarlet took a sip of her tea, nodding along. Like everything, it tasted bland as if she was stuffing sand in her mouth but a good kind of sand. There was something wrong with her tastebuds that not even healers could diagnose.