Scarlet Warlock Novels & Stories

“I don’t plan on giving you that. What I am interested in knowing is what exactly you are. I know you aren’t a werewolf.” “You are right; I am not. I am a warlock. “A warlock?” I repeated. “Yes, similar to a sorcerer but also... different in some way. A sorcerer is born with magic flowing through their veins, but a warlock isn’t born with magic; we earn it, and for this reason, we operate on a different level.” “That’s how you were able to make Mom forget about you.” “Yes. It was a simple spell.” “When you made her forget about you, why did you compel her to believe Slade was my father?”

“Alexander is trying to make peace. He reached out to the Clearwater Pack and offered reparations. The council is pressuring him to take preemptive action against the Alliance, but he’s resisting. He doesn’t want war.” James snorted. “Of course he doesn’t. He knows he’d lose. The werewolf packs outnumber his Lycans three to one once we’re fully organized.” “That’s not why he doesn’t want war. He genuinely seems to regret what he did. He’s trying to change.” “People don’t change, Hailey. They just get better at hiding what they are.” James studied me, his eyes narrowed. “You’re getting soft. Spending time with your friend, playing aunt to the Wolf Slayer’s spawn. You’re forgetting why you’re

I shouted, my voice cracking as I pushed myself up, ignoring the searing pain in my back. “All of you, just stop! I’m not a thing to be fought over! I’m a person, and I’m done being your pawn!” The room went still again. Luther’s eyes softened, and he took a step toward me, his voice gentle. “Scarlet, I’m sorry. I just want to protect you.” Devon’s gaze burned into me, intense and unreadable. “You’re not leaving this pack, Scarlet. Not until I say so.” My chest tightened, anger and despair warring within me.

He turned to me with a rare vulnerability etched across his stony face. "Linda, everyone I cared for has been lost to the ravages of time and war. But this—this fight—is to ensure that no one else suffers the same losses." His voice hardened with resolve. "Let's prepare; your vision is a sign we cannot ignore." We moved quickly then, the urgency of my vision propelling us forward. Every second counted—a fact Marcellus knew all too well. He began to chant in an ancient tongue, fingers drawing intricate symbols in the air, weaving a spell that would take us to where we were most needed. To my astonishment, not only was Marcellus a werewolf and seer, but he was also a warlock, similar to my own

"You're hanging by a thin thread here; until my Alpha arrives you're under my command, it will only go in your favor to cooperate." Up close, I see a scar under his left eyebrow, merely an inch long. Someone must have tried to blind him. Scars are uncommon in werewolves. Our bodies have a high metabolism and an accelerated healing process. Most of our marks are inflicted before we change because our wolf hasn't reached its full potential, nor did our bodies.

he sneered. Anger surged through my veins, fueled by the wolf's fierce instincts. "Your knowledge and power pale compared to the light that radiates from within me," I retorted, conviction lacing my voice. "I hold the power of unity, of balance. The purity of my spirit will vanquish your darkness." “Is that so?” With a wave of his hand, the warlock summoned twisting tendrils of black magic, aiming to entangle me in their malicious grip. However, I was prepared; I countered his attack with a powerful shield, my voice channelling ancient incantations.

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

I just watched in horror as Scarlet removed the dagger from her shoulder wiping the blood on the dagger, on her shorts. Bones began breaking and soon Skylar was replaced by a big brown Wolf. I looked at scarlet's mom who had pride in her eyes. " You've got this Scarlet you can't let her beat you.." she yelled while I just stood there helplessly tears spilling out. Scarlet was busy cleaning the blood off the dagger not even looking at her opponent who was running at her full speed baring her teeth

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

Selene’s voice trembled, her breath hitching. “Father—you want to mate me to a beast?” she hissed, stepping back again, disgust and fear swirling in her eyes. “If you won’t marry my daughter,” Alpha Ryker growled, his boots echoing as he advanced, “then I have every right to claim this pack for myself.” But before I could move, Scarlet stepped forward. Right in front of me. “You wouldn’t dare!” she screamed. It wasn’t just sound; it was a force. A wave. It slammed into the room, dropping every warrior to their knees as blood trickled from their ears.