Scarlet Tides Novels & Stories

She hadn’t worked this hard just to get pushed around or let good talent die. As a matter of fact, Scarlet had what almost seemed to be a mystical ability for finding talent. Just by seeing samples of someone’s work, or listening to them talk about their dreams, Scarlet was able to seek out those with amazing abilities and help them rise into greatness. Her estate was filled with said sponsorees, and Ethan later learned that even the surrounding neighborhood houses were slowly being bought up by those under the Phoenix company. For now though, Ethan was amazed just by the lifestyle of the people at the main house.

I added. "Yes," She said with no emotion to her tone. "I am sorry about that, Scar, but it had to be done," I said. "It had to be done! Are you serious?" Scarlett was getting angry now. "Look, I've apologised; let's just move on, ok!" I said with a stern tone to my voice. OH, I do like it when Scarlett gets all angry. It makes her so sexy. She just sat there looking at me and didn't say a word.

" I asked, and Clay nodded. "The people in the Highlands are kinder, even Tealberg. You do not have to stay in Redcape, Scarlett. Everyone that has messed with you has been dealt with, except Timothy and Tasha, and we promise to leave them at your mercy. We will hand them to you to do as you wish. Just come home, Scarlett," he said, and I could hear the desperation in his voice.

I'm hungry and thirsty, Silas is kinda a lifesaver. I was in the last drop of my drink when I sense someone standing beside me. Shock and fear envelop my chest when someone reaches his hand to me-- asking for a dance. My fist tightened around the bouquet of red roses I'm holding and the empty wine glass that almost shattered. I'm not shocked because of the way he just popped beside me, but because of the uneasiness I felt and the fear that aroused inside of me. It's instinct. I look at his hand before paying him my attention, my forehead knotted when I notice the peek of a familiar tattoo-- and that's hit me. I remembered the image I once saw when I was sixteen for my mission but ended up fa

My voice sounds like a six or seven year old kid. “No! You deserve that for shouting to your mother! You ungrateful child!” “Mom—Tiara! Stop right now! Give her back to us! You don't have any rights to her anymore!” Alexis shouted. “Huh! I am her mother! I have all the rights than you do!” Tiara shout back. “You will give her back to us or I will call a medical facility so they will come and get you?” A girl in her teen age said. I saw how Tiara's eyes widened and her face paled. She looked at me before looking back to the girl.

"And, for our next attack we will go straight to the heart of Scarlet Nightwalkers. Before their Luna can return, preferably." "Their best warriors are still in Blacktail," I noted. She was a great war strategist. She got them out of their territory with a distraction. She hit both side packs and will strike their weak. This will stir them to come to us directly. They will die... they will all die or be cattle. "Yes, I know. I told Meynard to head straight to Scarlet Nightwalkers. But, don't be noticed." "What's the next move after that?" "Well... we let the rest come to us." She laughed then. "It's like a fly being lured in by the fly trap. When they're here they won't be able to escape."

The sky suddenly darkens over the seas where the ships are, and powerful magic begins to brew around it, raising the waves several hundred meters high. “You will not win this time,” Brea promises, watching as the enemy prepares to strike. “Sisters let’s do this together,” she turns to her witches. The multicolored glow around her parts for them as they move to stand beside her, and then it screens them off from sight, blocking others from coming closer. The darkness from across the seas rushes towards the land with the massive large wave. Brea strikes back with her counterattack, and the two meet in the center, setting off a massive explosion. Both sides strike again and again, each powers s

Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff. “Look who is talking...I am here for other things” “We would talk later...but for now, I have work to do. Do I need to ring that in your ear or what?!” I rolled my eyes. “You are going no where until we settle this” “Settle what?, say whatever you want to say. I give you 5 minutes.” “You ordered her right?” “Ordered who?” I rolled my eyes. “Don’t you dare act ignorant!, I know you aren’t happy I am getting married to your dad. But can you at least act mature and not do sensible stuffs”

What she saw surpassed her wildest expectations. The entire page, even its appearance, made it clear that the person running it was even more obsessed with 'Scarlet Angels' than she was. Esther scrolled slowly through the page, browsing the posts and was shocked more and more with every each one of them. Her attention was also drawn to the description of the page, placed in the sidebar - that the host of this website has devoted his entire life and funds to collect evidence for the existence of legendary creatures called the 'Scarlet Angels', then also a warning that the knowledge contained here is dangerous, and it's not known how long this page will exist, it was mentioned that this was al

I can feel the force of the giant wave pushing against me, forcing me to readjust and throw more power into my actions, but still, I feel the fucking thing resisting me. A tsunami may be a natural and powerful force but even it must bend to sirna magic. This thing is fighting me like a sentient being. No tsunami can do that, which means someone is controlling this thing. I keep my hold on the wave as I close my eyes and try to feel the energy behind this beast. I grind my molars in disgust and feel my eyes burn brighter as I sense the presence of more sirna magic. Another sirna is responsible for this, and when I find them I’ll turn them into fucking sashimi.