Novel & Cerita Scarlet Shadow

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each

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One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

It buried itself in the dummy’s chest with a dull thunk. She spun around, eyes blazing. “What the—” “Ambush,” I hissed. She squinted at me in suspicion. Trouble seemed to follow me around and the timing of our arrivals were both coincidental and comic. Shadows broke from the treeline, at least ten of them, dressed in black, moving fast. Scarlett didn’t hesitate. She moved like fire — all instinct and fury. Her blade clashed against one attacker’s as she spun, kicked, and slashed.

I felt like a mistake had been carved into my flesh. The male dormitory loomed ahead, its massive structure casting dark shadows. My hands shook as I pushed open the door and slipped inside in silent steps. Nevile Wales was more than just someone to steal from; according to what I've heard in side conversations, he was a menace, the Veylar twins' rival. He was ruthless, proud, and exhibited a different form of evil. My heart raced faster with each hallway I passed and every closed door I looked at. Finally, I reached the door marked with Neville's crest, my pulse racing as I gripped the handle and slowly twisted it open.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

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.

It creaks open. Inside: letters. Dozens of them. Tied with brittle twine and sealed with a faded wax emblem. Maddox crest. A wolf’s head. I take the top one and peel it open carefully. October 12, 1887 Dear Ellis, The girl has not eaten in days. She speaks of a shadow that follows her from the well to her room. Says it whispers in her sleep. Father thinks she’s touched by grief—but I see it too, at the corners of mirrors and in the glint of water. We were warned. Blood cannot be mixed without consequence. The Watcher does not forget.

My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly. "We'll need to make an effort, Olivia," Scarlett, my inner wolf, remarked, acknowledging our destiny. "What if she's unkind and mean, wanting him and everything for herself?" I asked my wolf. "Then we'll surrender it to her. We can't oppose this. She holds a superior position, and she's his fated. We don't have a fighting chance. We must simply pray that she's kind and compassionate, or a chilly bed will be the least of our concerns, Olibia," my inner wolf said, and I shed tears. It was all overwhelming.

It hisses into the sigil-stained earth and vanishes into the runes. “She’s not the only one,” I murmur. If she was, the prophecy would have appeared. Signe was right to be cautious, though not in the way she expected. Scarlett carries the seed of unmaking. That much is clear. But she isn’t the only one drawing shadow to her heels. And the last time she encountered evil, she made it her friend. Ash is living proof of that. Someone else is attempting to shift fate behind the scenes. Stirring old magic. I can feel it in the pulse of Raventon’s air.