Scarlet Starr Novels & Stories

She was too pumped with adrenaline to feel real pain. Scarlet landed on her feet and began to race down the spiral staircase. Behind her she heard the sound of more and more people as they raced after her. She reached the bottom of the stairs and ran out, finding herself back in the main hallway where the statue bodies of the Immortalists stood. She caught sight of Sage lying on the velvet sofa, turned to stone, and stopped dead on the spot. There was no point going on. There was no point in living. Scarlet closed her eyes, preparing for the sensation of a thousand murderous vampires descending on her.

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

“What did she say to you? Adrian reported that she followed you into the restroom.” “She claimed I stole from her and promised to make me regret it,” Scarlet replied coolly, swirling the dark wine in her glass. “Oh, and she offered to help me escape from you, insisting I’d regret associating with a monster like you... I told her I’d think about it.” She took a slow sip, watching my reaction over the rim of her glass with a provoking glint in her eyes. A cold, dangerous rage flared in my chest, but I kept my face an unreadable mask. She was trying to rile me up, testing my boundaries, and it was working, though I won't let her see it.

Dex and Elian regarded the newcomers coldly. Especially their leader, who was a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick ginger beard and fiery red hair tied back in a knot. A nasty scar ran through his left eyebrow, giving him a permanently pissed-off look. Dex’s hand hovered near his holster, and Elian’s finger was already itching on the trigger. He was still hoping to get more kills anyways. “You took something that belongs to us. Where is it?” The leader asked, his deep and loud voice ringing through the warehouse.

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.

Scarlet accused. What? …

I have been feeling his lingering stare on me, like someone is watching me from the shadows but I have been ignoring him, pretending I didn't feel it. He's with a group of his friends and..girls. A blondie is straddling him, her white leather skirt way too short, exposing her thighs and she has her hands all over him, kissing and sucking his neck. Scarlet is her name if I remember clearly. I had no idea she was the Scarlett that they were whispering about earlier until she approached me a couple of minutes ago while I was minding my damn business. I thought that she was just someone who wanted to talk about something important or…anything because she’d this friendly smile as she approached m

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?”

Aurora chimed in sarcastically. Even before she moved to New York, she never liked Scarlet. "Oh no…" scarlet shook her head. "She's not. At least I didn't get pregnant out of wedlock.." she mocked as Layla just stared at her. "But that doesn't change the fact that you're a cheap woman, you're so cheap that no mam spares a glance at you that you had to resort to stealing people's boyfriends.." Aurora fired at her. "Shut up!!" Scarlet yelled pointing at Aurora as she fumed in anger.

“Inside. You won’t believe what she’s doing.” My blood boiled. Scarlet—entertaining other men. I stormed down the hall, kicking the door open. The scene that greeted me stopped me cold. Scarlet stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by male werewolves, her shirt half-off, her eyes vacant. But it wasn’t a terrified look—it was like she’d just… given up. She wasn’t screaming, wasn’t fighting—just letting them undress her. Is this what she wants? Is this the real Scarlet?