Scarlet Speedster Novels & Stories

The room spun, blurring the faces of those around me into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The subtle effects of alcohol kicked in, revealing my delicate tolerance. The once-anonymous room rebelled against my unsteady movements, swaying gently. The comfort I sought was within reach, teasing my consciousness with its enticing dance. Stumbling through the whirling room, I found myself in the center of an ecstatic dance floor. The crowd enveloped me, every step a brief respite from the pain of betrayal. In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest.

With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge. I am Scarlett, the last mutant and werewolf following the rogue-led third-world invasion. I've been in hiding for years, and I despise interruptions... My thoughts drifted as the metals, previously floating in the air, suddenly plummeted to the ground. I couldn't dodge the heavy iron pieces crashing down on me, nor could I shift into my wolf form for safety. "What on earth is happening?" I shouted, shielding my head with my arms. My eyes widened in horror, realizing that each falling piece could seriously harm an ordinary human.

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.

Scarlet POV “Scarlet is back!” I heard Courtney yell from inside our cabin. I laughed to myself as I walked inside of our little but cozy cabin. The three trouble makers are what we used to call ourselves but as we matured, we dropped that and just became more like sisters. My name is Scarlet. I stand at 5 '7”, deep greenish/blue eyes, deep brown hair that is waist length with a slim but toned build. My brother is the Alpha to the Red Creek Pack but due to our childhood, I would rather not live in a pack. Instead, I have built a life for myself with two great friends. He fully supports me and we still run our co-owned jewellery business.

Caitlin Paine sped down the West Side Highway, determined to reach the Cloisters before they closed. Her mind spun, as she reflected on all the troubles that were besieging Scarlet—troubles that no teenager should have. Scarlet was changing, Caitlin was sure of it. She was no mere human anymore, and each day, she was getting worse. Caitlin sensed that she was becoming what she, Caitlin, had once been herself: a vampire.

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

The night shone bright with a full moon, and just as Scarlet arrived, the scenery turned musty, laced with dread. She had just finished orchestrating her plan. A few days earlier, Leonardo had granted Scarlet access to some of his men. The desire for revenge still boiled through her veins as she sent them to lay in wait for Cassius. Scarlet smiled sinisterly when her men caught him. She watched from her BMW 760Li, its sleek lines gleaming under the moonlight. The luxurious interior enveloped her in comfort as she waited.

I’m sure I have seen the vehicle before lingering near my work, but I can’t be sure as black cars with tinted windows are standard around here. I arrived at Scarlett’s and took a few breaths before knocking. The front door opened, and the beautiful red-headed Scarlett was just looking out at me, walking towards the door. She smiled at me, then I saw the colour drain from her face, so I turned to look behind me, and there was the black car that was driving up my arse earlier. As I looked at it, it sped away. Why was it here, and why did Scarlett look miffed when she saw it? “Hi,” I said, trying to get her attention, “You alright?” I smiled.

However, why did he not carry himself in a manner that showed that he was a powerhouse? Well, surviving an apocalypse was not easy. Additionally, in the face of survival, dignity was not worth mentioning at all. "What a pity. You’re always seeking your own doom. If I, Lucas York, do not kill you this time, I will no longer call myself Lucas York." Immediately after saying those words, Lucas gave commands to both Biggy and Scarlet. "Turn all of them into zombies." Both Biggy and Scarlet took to the air. Scarlet moved at lightning speed. When it came to enhancing Scarlet’s attributes as a zombie, Lucas had picked the speed attribute for her.

I looked at the Alpha Prince and he seems to also want to help. Plus, he told me this and I am a fair person, the information in exchange of entrance to our parking lot. “No problem let’s get there before she does” I said to him. Using both our respective supernatural speed we got there before she did. When she got there and found us standing there waiting for her she just looked at us. Looking at her made me even a 100% sure that she is my Scarlet. The way her nose turned red from anger and how she would bite her lip trying to control herself.