Scarlet Tides Novels & Stories

In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest. The pulsing rhythm filled the air, heightening As the dance floor beckoned, I stumbled onto its chaotic stage, becoming a mere silhouette in the sea of pulsating lights. The music became a distorted lullaby, easing the pain momentarily. A mysterious stranger, like a shadow emerging from the haze, locked eyes with me, drawing me into an unexplainable connection that transcended the blurred reality. In my intoxicated state, liquid courage surged through my veins, dulling the inhibitions that would have held me back. The stranger's gaze seemed to pull at the very essence of my being, and w

Evandros lost his steps and fell on the dirty ground covered with dead leaves. Once he got to his senses and raised his head, his pupils shrank. "SCARLET." He yelled at the top of his lungs, scarlet held the sword in her left hand as blood dripped down from her right arm. Her right sleeve was torn up and big claw marks can be seen on her white arm through which blood was pouring out like a rainfall.

“We bled through hell, lost Enoch, burned Monroe alive—and all we toast is breathing?” Elena’s voice was quiet but sharp. “Then what do you want to toast to?” Rosa’s dark eyes softened as they landed on Rose. “To taking back what was stolen. To family. To refusing to let ghosts win.” That earned nods. Nico lifted a glass. Jessica, reluctantly, did too. Elena didn’t drink. She tightened her grip on Rose’s hand instead.

Her voice dripped with sarcasm. Jetro's smile widened as if he’d found some sort of sick amusement in her frustration. “He’ll definitely notice if he sees you like this. Might even get a little jealous.” Scarlet rolled her eyes, feeling the alcohol work its way into her system more intensely now. Jetro’s smugness was starting to grate on her nerves. She didn’t want to talk anymore. She didn’t want to be seen. She just wanted to lose herself in the night.

She stood up from his embrace and straightened herself. "Omar? Yes I..." She paused to clear her throat then she noticed that his silver white outfit had been stained red, placing a palm on his chest, she felt his accelerated heart beat and his rasped breathing and swiftly withdrew her hand. She shivered when realization dawned on her and she took a step back. "Omar...?" She searched his eyes and pointed to his clothes. "What is that? Is that... blood on you?" "Blood?!" Saadiya and Parvina chorused and rushed forward, stopping just behind Mariam and their eyes widened when they saw the huge stain.

“But this is where you decide whether you’ll drown, or swim with teeth.” Sebastian stood a few steps away, silent, watchful, arms crossed. His role wasn’t teaching. Scarlet handled the intellectual battlefield alone. He was here to move what she couldn’t, protect who she chose, and enforce the rules of her world. Every now and then, he gave Cassie that familiar look that said, Listen to her. She is never wrong. Scarlet tapped again. A volatile tech stock appeared, a chart bouncing like a heartbeat wired on caffeine. “This,” Scarlet said, “is the one you’ll ride today.”

Scarlet chuckles, observing his astonished expression, and responds, "I mean, I am flabbergasted. Are you serious?" In this scene, the complex interplay between desire, secrets, and intrigue takes center stage. Scarlet reveals her phone to Dante, displaying the video tape featuring Elizabeth and Tristan. Shocked and taken aback, Dante questions Scarlet's intentions, asking, "Are you planning to use it against her?" The confusion is evident in his voice as he realizes that Scarlet's own brother is involved in the video. Maintaining her mischievous grin, Scarlet confirms that she has no intentions of leaking the video. The satisfaction of seeing Elizabeth filled with nothing but fear is her so

Threads of red light flickered along its edges as Scarlet poured her will against it from the other side. Ophelia’s limbs trembled, her vision blurred as blood streaked down her temple and several cuts on her fur. Lucien growled and pressed harder, going for the kill with jaws opened wide. And then- Scarlet broke through the barrier in a torrent of red flame. The clearing rippled, magic and snow exploding outward as she appeared in a blaze of fury. “Get away from her!” Scarlet snarled as she exploded into the clearing, her cloak ablaze with magic, fury in every step. Just a second later, and she would have been

Except in this wedding, they were the only two people there, the last ones left in the world, standing at the edge of a cliff against a blood-red sky. And then she saw her daughter, Scarlet, sitting in a small wooden boat, alone on a vast sea, drifting in turbulent waters. Scarlet held up the four keys that Caitlin needed to find her father. But as she watched, Scarlet reached up and dropped them into the water. “Scarlet!” Caitlin tried to scream. But no sound came, and as she watched, Scarlet drifted further and further away from her, into the ocean, into the huge storm clouds gathering on the horizon.

Scarlet sat in the back of the small rowboat, rocking in the strong currents of the Hudson River, and wrapped her sweater tighter about her shoulders to ward off the cold breeze coming off the water. She had forgotten how cold the Hudson could be in November; she had also forgotten how strong the tides could be, and she braced herself against the spray, almost like waves in an ocean.