Scarlet Tides Novels & Stories

He shifted his gaze to the others present, revealing an unprecedented fierceness in his eyes. Faced with his hostility, the crowd immediately raised their guard. Their eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they gripped their weapons tightly. They didn't dare to slack off in front of this person. However, the Scarlet Harbinger's strength was strong. They were uncertain whether they could handle him. "Go to hell!" the Scarlet Harbinger roared. A formidable force, a blood-like waterfall, surged toward the crowd. The Scarlet Harbinger was displaying his full power. The blood-colored aura became increasingly powerful, reaching a point where it seemed to cover the sky.

Miles away, on a luxury yacht— A man in a floral shirt stared at the feed, now washed into blue static. He blinked, then whistled low. “Well, someone’s got attitude.” He replayed the captured second of footage. Freeze frame. Blood-red sunset. A woman, hands crimson, standing among jagged rocks as a whale pod vanished in mist. Violence and mercy. Death and rebirth. “Mermaid?” He lowered his sunglasses, revealing amused, peach-blossom eyes. “No. That’s a siren.”

she whispered into Scarlet’s ear, “we finish what we started. Lidia won’t survive this.” Scarlet’s eyes brightened. “Tell me,” she breathed, leaning closer. Hanks whispered her plan slowly, letting each word drip like poison. And Scarlet’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “That… is perfect.” She stood up, wiping away the fake tears. Her eyes gleamed with cruel triumph. Before she could speak again, her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand. Scarlet frowned. “Who…?” She picked it up, glanced at the screen— And froze.

Natalie Hayes: the girl who never quite fit, whose stepmother never let her forget her inadequacy, who drifted through this world like she was always half a step behind. Well, of course the game had its closing statement by his team in victory. He jogged toward the court's end, with a towel draped about his shoulders, and a chest glistening with sweat and triumph. The crowd shrieked and drank in every move of his. Then his gaze lazily swept across the sidelines and landed on me. My stomach dropped, cold and heavy.

Arian’s POV I felt my blood turn icy. I pulled my hat closer to my face. And then a group of girls walked in. Their eyes darted around the room, like a predator looking for prey. Eloise, their crew leader, stood in front; her eyes glowed gold before returning to normal. "The new boy…" she mouthed, and the others giggled in anticipation. I felt my heart racing against my chest. Those crew members were sensitive, with a high ability to sense things. I quickly returned to the vending machine, inserted another coin, and a pack of chewing gum slid out.

I barreled forward, barely making it to the railing before I leaned over it, retching over the side of the ship. As I clung to the railing, the bile rising up again, I looked out over the water, my eyes going wide with horror. There was nothing but the open sea in every direction, waves stretching out endlessly under the bright morning sky. Another wave of nausea hit, and I lurched over the side again, barely aware of the men who were now staring at me, murmuring with wide-eyed confusion. “Who opened the hatch?” one of them hissed, his voice carrying in the sudden tension.

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )

Zara turns to the girl with bright brown eyes who steps in front of her wearing a navy blue strapless dress that falls down her body gracefully. "Hello. It is nice to meet you. My name is Ariadne and this ogre over here is my brother, Ambrose." She quickly pulls her brother's arm with a nervous laugh. Ambrose frowned at Adam, clearly not caring who he is. However, when Ariadne shoved her to him, he sighed and try his hard to smile. It was getting there. Adam does notice that both of them wore the same black teardrop necklace with its stone shining rather brightly when in contact with lights.

Skin colorations conveyed emotion—a chromatic transmission that indicated danger, joy, depression, or an illness. Land walking humans would never find the fisheri fortress. The alien technology on their ship now extended across the ocean floor and extensive cave system that housed an entire city. An organic slime cloud lay over their territory, blanketing their home in secrecy. The alien blanket could be described as a three-layered chromatophoric force field that contracted and relaxed, changing color, depending on the time of day and tidal influences.

She hummed. “Be safe and never make me worry like that again,” she warned and I giggled. “Yes, ma’am ,” I faked saluted and she hummed in satisfaction before handing up. I placed my phone down and went to the bathroom. I saw a spare toothbrush and I smiled a little. I guess this man was thoughtful. I looked in the mirror and my eyes widened when I saw my neck was decorated with hickeys. “What in the world?” I gasped and pulled off the shirt. The scent of cedarwood filled my nose as I took it off.