Romans & histoires Scarlet Shadow

He said before he raised aloft the dagger. Scarlet rapidly slammed her eyes shut, not wanting to see the dagger go through her heart, however, the pain she anticipated didn't come but the boisterous banging sound of gunshots replenished the entire space. Her eyes instantly opened and wheezed in shock at the sight of Misty laying in her pool of blood that rushed down from her head, Zinan who laid flat, eyes widely opened but staring into nothing while blood flowed from the hole in his chest, and then, her head snapped up to lock gaze with Reid and those she knew as Hunter, Rhett, Mitchell, and Chris. Scarlet had never felt happiness surge through her that much but what shocked her to the core

Aaron grabbed Cole's face, hard. Cole was a bit shaken, but he was good at masking emotions. "Prescott, Prescott, Prescott," he smiled, staring into Cole's eyes, "I in fact do want that. " --- Cell Yard – Afternoon The afternoon sun was sharp over the yard. Everything was exposed in it. No shadows to hide behind, no softness in the air. Just heat, noise, and tension sitting under every movement. Cole stood with Bruce near the center. Bruce was talking quickly, hands moving as he explained his idea.

“You’re glowing. I think you’re going to have a baby boy, I hear they make their mothers more beautiful.” The room erupted with laughter. “We haven’t checked yet.” Rita replied “I hope you’re right though.” Beta Noah added, entering the living room. Another bouts of laughter filled the room. We stayed back and did a little bit of catching up. Gamma Brenda was at the training facility teaching a pack of young wolves who had just shifted. She probably had a lot on her hands. “Who’s that?” Rita asked, motioning to karah who stood outside the house, pacing. “That’s karah, a warrior. Aiden only let me out if I have security with me. He’s still worried about my safety.”

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

He shouted. “He is not a bastard!” Scarlet yelled at him, and she turn around to flee. Boom! Harry shot at her. “Ahhhh!” Scarlet screamed, staggering as she cries in pain, then lost her limbs as she fell to the ground. Dead. Harry quickly went back to his car after examining to make sure she is dead, he must do a clean job and leave no trace of suspect. Hence, he got into his car and drove off. *FORD–MANSION...9: 03 pm*

she cuts me off. " Dream feels real. Like it really happened or it is going to happen. And, that woman named Minerva is not ordinary. She is a witch and known as the mistress of the shadows that was killed by her aunt named Cassandra or Felicity." she finishes for me “And, the doctor we saw earlier wasn't the doctor but a very special and important shadow named Colton who was the second in command of Minerva."

Ice asks. “A witch I met in New Orleans,” Bo replies with a smile. Seems like more than a friend to me. “She’ll meet you at the airport when you land in Portland. From there, it’s about a six and a half hour drive to Crescent Shadow territory.” I nod my head. Ice sees my face and turns to them. “Can we go now?” She asks. “Of course,” Gray nods his head. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you’ll need your rest.”

The holographic face in the sky—the "Shadow Heir"—wasn't just an image; it was a weight. Under its flickering violet-and-blue gaze, the Oregon mist felt like a heavy shroud. My skin crawled where the scars on my wrist pulsed with that rhythmic, accusatory red light.

“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.

“Then we make it worth it.” As the pack regroups, the healed forest begins to wither anew. From the shadows, a single violet eye glints—the First Shadow, alive within the scar on Silas’s chest. *“Mine,”* he whispers, unheard.