Scarlet Raider Novels & Stories

“Maybe not. But they’ll take mine.” Alara blinked. “Scar…” she began. “No, listen,” Scarlet said, standing up straighter. “I’m not just your best friend and I could tell my daddy about this. If he tries anything again, you come straight to me. I’ll have him in a meeting faster than he can unzip his smug attitude.” Alara smiled faintly. “You’re dramatic.” Scarlet grinned. “It’s part of my charm.” Alara sighed, leaning back against the table. “I just want to get through this period of training this playboy without bloodshed.”

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

I was just a wolf-less twenty-five-year-old outcast, who is a cuu outward and whose life seemed to have no sense of direction. Then the radio suddenly crackled, distracting me from my thoughts. The next thing I heard almost made me slam my legs against the brakes in shock. “Scarlet Tanner has been declared wanted by the Alpha of Twilight Zone. She reportedly fled earlier this morning, stealing a large sum of money entrusted to her mother by the Pack and taking her family’s Porsche.” A beat of silence followed before the announcer’s voice lowered unfavorably. “A generous reward will be offered to anyone who finds her—alive or dead.”

Scarlet I patiently waited for the Alpha to come back, and it was already 10 at night and still the Alpha is not yet back, I decide to take my bathe and put and smell nice, my initial plan was to take my bath after the Alpha leaves but since it looks like he's not coming back soon let me have my bath, I walked to the closet and opened my bag, I brought out my night and all the things I would be needing, though this room has everything I need I still want to use the ones I came with

“Don’t shield me. What did the caller say?” I looked into her eyes. Glassy. Tired. But defiant. I couldn’t lie to her. Not anymore. “She said Scarlet isn’t the one we should be afraid of.” Laura’s breath hitched. “What do you mean?” “She said Scarlet is a decoy,” I whispered, barely able to say it aloud. “That the real enemy is still in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.” Her hand fell away from mine, and for a moment, all the strength drained from her face.

Romeo’s smile was cold, cruel, deadly. "They failed." Of course they did. "The moment Scar confirmed the rooftop movement," he continued, "I knew the exchange was compromised. So I gave the signal." Raiden smirked. "The signal." Romeo nodded. "The signal." That signal meant one thing: Kill everybody. "No negotiations. No warnings. No second chances." The room remained silent as Romeo spoke. "Before the snipers could fire... Scar put a bullet through the first one's skull." Raiden grinned. "That’s our girl." "The second sniper tried moving," Romeo shrugged.

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.

But her dad butted in, “Annabelle, what are you doing here?” “Uhm, Dad...I would just like to ask money for snacks,” she almost said it in a whisper as she was so conscious. The soldier was hiding a little amusement with what he’d heard. She saw him and she felt more embarrassed and irritated. “By the way, Miguel. This is Annabelle, my only daughter and my youngest child. She’s on her third year. Dear, please pay respect to Lt. Luis Miguel Saavedra. He is a soldier, an officer at the camp.”

The decision had been made unanimously. Their flight took off at 00:30:09am, and Adnan turned to grin at her like a little boy at a candy store. "This is going to be fun," he said. "And I can't imagine spending it with anyone else." "Even Scarlett Johansson?" Afrah asked with a playful smirk. "Even Scarlett Johansson," he nodded. "Although..." He allowed the sentence to trail off quite suggestively. Afrah elbowed his ribcage, mouth widened at his audacity.