Scarlet Raider Novels & Stories

My wolf pushed hard against my chest, hungry and impatient, wanting me to walk up there that very second and take what was already mine, mate bond or not. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back." Scarlett's eyes finally found mine across the room. For one second, I watched something inside her break—shock, maybe. Hate, maybe. Perhaps both. Good, let her hate me. Hate was easier for both of us than the truth. I started walking toward the stage, and my wolf walked with me, closer to the surface than he'd been in four long years.

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

Westham Shipping Port Friday, July 22nd 21:14 FOOLISHLY FELL FOR THE ACT "He'd never felt rage like this, such a burning desire to kill." Scar rolled his eyes at the blood that stained his clothes, it was a murky red, the type of red that didn't quite suit the menacing man. Wielding a gun like the one he was brought back painful memories of his days as a soldier, memories he wished he could bury. The sky was a dark hue with grey clouds that dominated and light rain that slightly soaked the riders. Scar was agitated, he wanted to go home, back to Lani, but he had a mission despite how much he wanted to fail it. So far, things had run smoothly. The men had found and killed over 5 members of th

Crescent Scarlet kingdom and Scarlet Moon Pack, and the Jungle Power Pack. Those a perfect packs ever coloring my life.

Astrid's heart became unsettled, and disregarding Rafael's caution, she went to see if he was okay. She got to the battlefield, and Scarlet abruptly transformed. Everyone, including Elliot Delmar, halted as they saw a massive white lycan emerge from behind Rafael. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see 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..

Scarlet's POV I started with cleaning the hallways this morning. I didn't want to have any awkward encounters with the Alpha and his friends. I was sure they were still sleeping. It was still very early so most of the pack members were sleeping except for those on patrol. I was done with the first floor, so I navigated my way through the house and started heading to the second floor. As I was about to take the first step, I heard Sharon call me. I froze.

“You really think that the enemy of the Hawkins’ family will collude with their mistress?” Scarlett hesitates. “Those inmates were lying,” Ryder goes on. “Besides, I need you for my grand plans…” He steps closer. Scarlett is a little scared and steps backwards until her back is up against a wall. Ryder slams his palms against the wall, caging her between his muscular arms. She can feel her heart beat fast, but his musky scent is addictive. Their faces are only inches apart and up close, he’s even more handsome. But beneath that handsome exterior, is a deadly man.

he implored, locking his gaze with her eyes, which were a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anxiety, and concern. "Trust me." Their eyes remained locked, their breaths mingling, carrying the subtle scent of lavender and peppermint. Scar fought against the panic welling up within him, unwilling to acknowledge its existence. It was as if a grand display of fireworks had ignited within him. Scar, an ancient being who had witnessed centuries pass by, found himself utterly captivated by this tiny force of nature. "She's a raider..." But surprisingly, the mere thought of Lena being a raider didn't ruffle his feathers like it used to. Right now, all he craved was having her by his side.