Scarlet Warlock Novels & Stories

"Valkyrie began as death maidens in service to an ancient Earth religion system's god. They were the ones to travel a battlefield and select which ones got to go to Valhalla. Essentially a party palace where they get to fight, drink, and gorge themselves until the god's doomsday appears. Then they're expected to help fight with the god to destroy the bad guys." "And that has to do with Scarlet how?" I asked. Kord sighed heavily. "I'm getting there. Fantastic warriors, invisibility, mostly immortal - think of the nine lives of cats, ability to sense death, and they're super hot. Sounding more like your girl?" "Fuck yeah. Especially that super hot part." I fist bumped with Taryk. "If they're p

Soon, Alpha Marcus appeared, surrounded by his pack's loud fighting chants. The Alpha of the Scarlet Valley Pack was a tall, bulky, dark-brown-haired man with blue eyes, which shimmered coldly against his tanned complexion. I scanned his shape, evaluating his strength, and quickly registered that his broader than Draven's shoulders and overgrown muscles could make him a dangerous opponent. When I saw someone from Marcus's pack waving his hand to start the fight, I took a deep breath.

I said and sat looking down towards the ground, then back him nervously. “Fine, fine, Scar. We are going to be seeing more of each other anyway, so plenty of time to catch up” He stares at me with a smirk on his face. Don’t get me wrong, he is a good-looking man, and if I didn’t know who he was, he would probably be my type of guy. He has these gorgeous green eyes, but there was no emotion in them when he looked at you. His jaw perfectly sculpted, and his dark hair always sat perfectly. Anyone looking at him could see he looked after himself. He knew it though, he knows he was handsome, and this made him very arrogant.

What pulls me from my thoughts is Julia’s hands wrapping around my arm. “Don’t.” I pull away from her. “Oh come on. We’re not doing anything bad.” I can feel it. I look up from her and see her father—Rodrick—staring at us. He’s one of Warrick’s generals and not a man to be trifled with. A man of Alpha blood. He’s older than all the other generals, even older than Warrick, but he doesn’t look frail in any way. Even at his age, he looks menacing, and the scars on his face and body that rival mine make it even more so. A man who saw and survived the cruelty of Warrick’s own father. The way Warrick’s father is talked about, those were the dark ages of this pack. Not even Warrick himself was spar

The room spun, blurring the faces of those around me into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The subtle effects of alcohol kicked in, revealing my delicate tolerance. The once-anonymous room rebelled against my unsteady movements, swaying gently. The comfort I sought was within reach, teasing my consciousness with its enticing dance. Stumbling through the whirling room, I found myself in the center of an ecstatic dance floor. The crowd enveloped me, every step a brief respite from the pain of betrayal. In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest.

Scarlett’s POV Elara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."

' I stammered but deep down I could feel it, I could see the truth in her gleaming blue eyes. 'I am one and alive at that and so are you. Warlocks can be either male or female, don't believe the myths.' 'How can I have a wolf and be a warlock at the same time? ' A turmoil of questions swirled in my brain, demanding answers. 'I don't know Scarlett but my theory is, your wolf is silent because your warlock side forced him into a comma. When you were attacked, they both came to the surface but because they didn't know how to work harmoniously, your warlock side eventually won. '

“Ashes you planted.” Scarlet smiled slowly. “Miss me?” The elders dropped to their knees. Alaric’s wolf screamed inside his skull. Ronan advanced, each step deliberate. “You wore my grief like a crown,” he said coldly. “You called yourself my brother.” He stopped inches from Alaric. “And you tried to steal my throne.” Scarlet leaned in, voice dripping venom. “And you tried to kill me.” “He resurrected” “He’s more powerful now.” “She killed the Luna of the pack,” “Scarlet’s a murderer.”

They were warriors, each standing as the embodiment of their kind, their fates inexorably tied to the outcome of this conflict. ‌ And then, as if summoned by the fates themselves, a figure emerged from the shadows. Sabrina, the Scarlet Witch, descended upon the battlefield, her presence electrifying. Her crimson cloak billowed around her, a beacon of power and purpose in the midst of the turmoil. ‌ "Enough!" Her voice, laden with authority, cut through the clamor like a blade. Her gaze swept across the warring factions, demanding attention and respect. "This war ends now." ‌ David's glare was a reflection of his internal struggle, torn between his ambition and the reality of the destruction

From the corner of his eyes he saw Mariam fighting forward, she and the other girls having worn the same outfit as their attackers made it a bit hard for him to distinguish them from all the chaos and the only thing that made them stand out from the assassins was the fact that they had left their hairs exposed and tied in a ponytail. He ducked the next strike aimed for his right arm and brought his sword up swinging in a wide arch against his attacker but missed. He spun just in time as a sword sliced down in front of him missing him by a couple of inches, he used the window of opportunity to stab his sword into the chest of the man but the force he used had sent the sword in too deep and he