Scarlet Scarab Dc Novels & Stories

I added. "Yes," She said with no emotion to her tone. "I am sorry about that, Scar, but it had to be done," I said. "It had to be done! Are you serious?" Scarlett was getting angry now. "Look, I've apologised; let's just move on, ok!" I said with a stern tone to my voice. OH, I do like it when Scarlett gets all angry. It makes her so sexy. She just sat there looking at me and didn't say a word.

Her daughter was alive. Scarlett rose in her wolf form, but her eyes were blue, not red. She was just a wolf, not an alpha. She sniffed and smelt the air. Oliver could not believe his eyes. She came back.

He said with a half smile, and I rested my head on his chest. "I am not mad, Scarlett. I knew this would happen," He said, and I looked at him. "I see visions. It is part of my gifts. It is what makes my magic unique. You will likely find out soon that there is something you can do that is unique to only you. That is why the colour of our auras is always different. With every Valkin Alpha, there is a magic peculiar to them if they are fortunate enough to unlock it," He said and kissed my forehead.

’ Caleb thought. Caleb then went towards the bed again and stood up in front of her. Scarlet looked at his angry long big dick when he stopped in front of her while she was still sitting on the bed. She slowly looked up into his face. “I want round two, Scarlet Heart, I will pay double.” Caleb demanded. Heart was just looking into his face. ‘Meaning, more money. I will do this.’ Heart thought.

Alpha Logan exclaimed harshly. Her eyes take in the sight of those lifeless bodies before her gaze moves to fall upon the unconscious figure of Scarlett with Lucian's shaky form clutching onto her cold hands.She could sense the fear and longing radiating through the couple. Scarlett is a hybrid, mixed blood of werewolf and vampire..A kind werewolves despise yet her mate did everything to keep her safe, to keep her close, never once hurting her for being different.It made her wonder, they are still together after everything and if her father was like Lucian then her mother's fate would've been different.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

Grey had watched Scarlett grow into the strong, capable woman she was today, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and affection. The memory of the health orientation program that Scarlett had organized for the pack resurfaced in Dr. Grey's mind. It had been a remarkable initiative, showcasing Scarlett's dedication to the well-being of others. She remembered how Scarlett had taken charge of the event, sharing valuable information with the pack members about health and wellness. The way Scarlett had interacted with everyone, her confidence and passion shining through, had left an indelible mark on everyone present.

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.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”