Scarlet Tides Novels & Stories

She looked at my dad and asked, "Connor, if you could go back in time, would you still marry me?" My dad turned to meet her gaze, but he said nothing. My mom finally shed tears of anguish. I sighed and said, "Mom, a true leading lady will never be obsessed with love. Even without a man, she can live an incredible life." For the first time, my mom did not argue with me. Then, she noticed the scars on my exposed arms. As if remembering something, she pursed her lips and asked, "Sienna, do the scars on your arms still hurt?"

She struggled, kicking and spitting, but there were too many of them, too many big. "Let me go!" I could hear her screams, her neck parched with terror and rage. A hand clamped over her mouth tightly, stifling her howls. Marcus was receiving the same treatment, his leads hanging loose, his spindly form buried under the waves of my guards. He fought with a wild madness, but it was in vain.

Melody appears on the deck to decorate for the fourth of July party. Seagulls call as they coast just above the shore. Birds chirp. A palm tree stands, leaves bent from the recent storm. The mango sun, kisses the sea, melting into the horizon, spilling golden-orange shimmers, illuminating the rolling waves. Crystal clear teal water spills towards the white sand. A warm breeze whips around Melody, wafting her chestnut strands, gently flapping her sleeveless ruffled white blouse and dark red linen skirt, enveloping her in an oceanic scent, freeing her spirit of any strife.

“Scarlett! With the amount of silver that is in your blood, it will make you a permanent human within the week and there is a possibility that it could cause you to have a miscarriage...” “How?? No, that’s okay. I know how! Thank you, Teresa.” I walk away from them even though I could see Teresa had a little more to say, but there was someone I needed to talk to first. I head to Theodore’s room and knock on the door. It isn’t long before Theodore answers it, “Hey Scar, what can I do for you?” “Um... I was wondering if I could talk to Tina? Please?” “Sure, come on in, Tina! Scarlett is here to see you.”

The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest. It was over. Everything was ruined. My hands, my mother's dreams—everything was shattered in that single moment. Tears streamed down my face in heavy, relentless drops. Ryan rushed toward me, pulling me into an embrace. I leaned silently into his broad, warm chest, but the words that came from above were as cold as ice. "I'm sorry, Susan. Please, forgive me just this once. I know this isn't fair to you. But Miranda's mother died saving me. Once she makes it into the orchestra, I'll have repaid my debt."

The waves roared around them, crashing against the hull as they readied themselves, united in purpose as Amelia stood firm at the helm—ready to command their destinies in the face of overwhelming odds, determined that today they would reclaim their lives and their ship against the storm approaching on the horizon. The clash of metal on metal erupted around Amelia as the pirates swarmed onto the deck, the vibrant colors of their clothing a stark contrast to the grim chaos surrounding her. She steadied herself, senses heightened, as she readied for combat, but the roar of the battle only grew louder, swirling in a tempest around her. The familiar scents of salt and sweat mingled with the acrid

Scarlet leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly. She had learned her lesson two years ago. This time, she wouldn’t be so easy to break. The tides had shifted, the storm had turned, Scarlet watched as the bridges burned. Voices that once called her cold and cruel, Now whispered regrets—were they mere fools? Apologies rang, yet felt too late, Two years of pain, two years of fate. She’d lost her name, her light, her pride, Now the truth had forced the world to decide.

he softly called. "Go away, I need to sleep more" Scarlet screeched, putting the covers over her head, Reid yanked them down to her waist, revealing her bare back filled with purplish spots, and hickeys. Reid chuckled, leaning down to Scarlet's ear, letting his breath ghost on her skin, Scarlet bit her lips, trying to stop her heating body. She could barely move and her body wanted more. she was such a slut...but it wasn't completely a bad thing, right?

Elara smiled in victory before she went to the door. The festival had not even started, and already there was conflict. --- Scarlet went into her chambers, and her anger filled the room. She began to throw objects across the room, and vases broke against the walls while perfume bottles crashed on the floor and her silk pillows tore under her claws. Her maids rushed in to calm her, but one of them was not fast enough. Scarlet pinned the girl against the wall, and her fingers tightened around the girl's throat while her golden eyes showed her rage.

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.