Romans & histoires Scarlet Warlock

He did not forget, he always remembered moment by moment, but it came and made him forget a little and distract him from thinking about his scars and his past Unhappy for this reason he clings to it so much, because it is his only happiness! He closed his eyes when he felt her hand lightly touch his scars "I'm not an alpha...I'm a hybrid that's why my dad made me go through really tough training and ruined my life just to get to be a pure alpha." He turned around for her and knew she didn't understand what 'pure' meant, so he smiled, swallowing his lump, how much his sad smile hurt her. "Didn't I tell you that my grandfather's companion was a witch? That's why my father and his brothers were

I burst into their apartment and came to a hard stop. In the living room, Cairh Moirant's family was seated amongst others and right there in the middle was Cairh, holding onto the hand of the beautiful redhead female next to him, Anya. My heart stopped. Anya? She was nearly pack royalty... her father was Beta to the recently deceased Pack Alpha. I stared at their entwined hands as I stepped forward, my chest hurting so much it felt like my heart was bleeding itself out of my body. "Cairh... what is going on?" My voice shook despite my resolve to remain strong.

I felt like a mistake had been carved into my flesh. The male dormitory loomed ahead, its massive structure casting dark shadows. My hands shook as I pushed open the door and slipped inside in silent steps. Nevile Wales was more than just someone to steal from; according to what I've heard in side conversations, he was a menace, the Veylar twins' rival. He was ruthless, proud, and exhibited a different form of evil. My heart raced faster with each hallway I passed and every closed door I looked at. Finally, I reached the door marked with Neville's crest, my pulse racing as I gripped the handle and slowly twisted it open.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

“I suppose. However, that does not mean that you have no value to me. I am not stupid, boy. I am not insensitive toward your future and your relationships. But for the sake of this world, I deem it necessary that the both of you aid us in the war.” “Aren’t there other people out there? Why us?” “Of course there are many others with potential. Do you know why the Great Warp happened? The people from Solheim naturally have larger amounts of astra, and their growth rate is also higher. By tricking them into thinking that they are in a ‘game’ and helping them ‘level up’, the Scarletts have turned the people involved in the Great Warp into their crop field for soul energy. When their preparation

"I think your immortality, caused by the spell Scarlet used, affected your blood. Your blood is coated with magical healing abilities, since the rogue was controlled using magic, your blood could counter attack it" Scarlet's spell had made so many changes in me, firstly my midnight black wolf became white like snow, I could not die no matter how hard I tried, making me like an immortal, I could control how and when I choose to heal myself, and now I could even heal wolves with my blood when magic was involved. " Is it a bad or good thing?" I asked, seeing how Cyrus' eyes lit up like he had a plan in mind. " It's actually a good thing and also bad, but it has more advantages than disadvantage

The last one was a humongous wolf growling and darting directly at Aurora. "Step away from the prince, vile leech!" The elf ordered. Aurora hissed back ferociously, making his majesty stagger. "You...You're...a cold one!" The Scarlett haired Vampire scoffed coldly as her ocean blue eyes glimmered in the dark. "Would you be any more idle?" Aurora lunged towards him for an attack. But then a glow of blue energy engulfed her, trapping her in a sphere. "Grrr! Release me!" Scarlett roared with unbridled rage as her mother's. She found out the man in the cloak was a Wizard. The prince cowardly scooted back and to alert the castle guards. "Guards! Mythics in the courtyard! Help!"

"And the flowers you didn't need to bring them, but now that you already have them, I'll make a nice gift to my dragons." He looked at her with a fast raising of an eyebrow and amazed in his facial expression. "Well, the guards didn't let me in; they thought I was one of the gold masks." He said as he walked to the corner of her bed and put the flowers gently on the silken duvet, and sat beside her. "It seems like the unsullied don't like you," She said with a smile. "Greyworm doesn't like the Secondsons because we do as we please with our freedom," He said.

As I continued hurling spears and daggers into red, glowing, eyes, a thought occurred to me; how am I going to do this when daylight hits in just a few hours? I’m not going to be able to see glowing eyes. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a blackberry muffin for some instant energy. I sat at the table, eating my muffin and contemplating life when Billy sat next to me, “How are you holding up, little one?” I chuckled, “About as well as can be expected for a broken warrior.” Billy asked, “Why are you broken?” I explained, “I thought killing Dune would stop my night terrors and flashbacks, but I just added to it. Now I keep hearing him ask why I didn’t just let him mark me.” Billy sighed, “I ca