Scarlet Speedster Novels & Stories

And then, as she said it, Scarlet suddenly fainted. Caitlin's lightning fast reflexes allowed her to catch Scarlet in mid-air, in her arms. "Scarlet? SCARLET!?" Caitlin screamed, frantic. But she didn't respond. Scarlet opened her eyes, gently. She looked deathly ill. "Mommy, can we go home?” "Of course, sweetheart," Caitlin answered, repressing tears. Scarlet closed her eyes again. As she did, Caitlin picked her up, and took off into the air, flying with more speed than she ever had. She knew where she had to go: to the one person in the world she knew who could help someone who was deathly ill.

"I think your immortality, caused by the spell Scarlet used, affected your blood. Your blood is coated with magical healing abilities, since the rogue was controlled using magic, your blood could counter attack it" Scarlet's spell had made so many changes in me, firstly my midnight black wolf became white like snow, I could not die no matter how hard I tried, making me like an immortal, I could control how and when I choose to heal myself, and now I could even heal wolves with my blood when magic was involved. " Is it a bad or good thing?" I asked, seeing how Cyrus' eyes lit up like he had a plan in mind. " It's actually a good thing and also bad, but it has more advantages than disadvantage

I ramble. “So here is a story about a young Alpha female. Well, today she is a very well know Alpha…Scarlett Westwood. Scarlett’s story is a very dark one. She had a father that was evil to his core. She has a special ability to heal extremely fast. Her father tortured her, no one knew. He inflicted so much pain on her as possible, just to see how fast she heals. And when he would be done, after a few hours, all the proof of his abuse would be gone. Years later their paths crossed again, and it was a very dark and difficult time for her.…”

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf adored.

As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?" I shook my head silently. She seemed to have an epiphany and released her tight grip on my hand. With a faint smile, she let herself fall into the abyss. My dad and Erin worked together to pull me back up. As I looked down into the bottomless chasm, I knew my mom was definitely dead. With the success of the heart transplant surgery, I finally gained a healthy body. My dad and Erin also finally found their happiness. Days passed by, but I never experienced rebirth again.

Scar wished her car could fly as she drove through the night. Her light caught the lone figure standing by the road side. She drove to a halt and wind down her window glass. “Summer” She called. The figure looked up,her eyes cold. She walked closer. “You are my new master” She asked. “Master” Scar scoffed. “Get in the car let's go home” Summer got into the car still cautious. “What should I do for you” She asked coldly, “Well you can just sit down and enjoy the ride”

It reminded me of the flames licking the walls of a house as she slowly stepped closer not to me though, but to him. It was red- Scarlett red. Fire burned so brightly, a fire that threatened to consume me.But I needed that fire the consume him instead, I wanted to watch him burn, watch him scream for my help while I stood a few minutes away from him with the most triumphant smile I could and it would have been the best day ever. I would have replayed it until I couldn't anymore.

Her heart raced, but determination fueled her steps. The plan to rendezvous with the Moon Stone pack had been carefully orchestrated. Scarlet, driven by a secret agenda, sought the Moon Stone pack's assistance, more like someone's particular assistance to eliminate Athena, the one obstacle in her path to possessing Xavier entirely. The pack's territory loomed ahead, and she concealed her movements with practiced grace. A rustle of leaves signaled the outskirts of Midnight's domain. Scarlet cast a fleeting glance back at the imposing structure that held her past, her breath catching for a moment.

"How is this even possible, Scarlett?" I let out a deep sigh, finally sharing my secret and feeling a sense of relief. "I don't know, Freda. I have spent a significant amount of time trying to comprehend it myself. Perhaps there's some ancient power within me that awakened when I thought I had lost you. All I know is that I can transform into a werewolf, and it grants me incredible strength and speed." Freda's eyes continued to widen, revealing her disbelief in what she was hearing. "But you're a human, Scarlett," she exclaimed, sounding perplexed and shocked. "How can you transform into a werewolf? It contradicts everything we know."

“Okay. Okay. Listen to me—find a signpost. Anything. Stay hidden. I’ll come to you. I promise.” Scarlet crouched behind a tree, sobbing quietly. “Please don’t let Peter die.” ____ Scarlet huddled behind the thick base of a tree, the gun she had used trembling in her hands. Her body was sore, scratched, and shaking from the cold night air and the panic that still hadn’t left her bones. Headlights sliced through the darkness. A sleek black SUV pulled up near the edge of the forest road. The door flew open before the engine even fully stopped.