Scarlet Winters Novels & Stories

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

The security wasn't discreet; it was visible and absolute, a chilling declaration that the host was prepared for war but expected perfect peace. ​The Ruby Narrative: Amara worked closely with Alessia to craft the visual spectacle. The entire event was designed to focus on Amara’s transformation and the rubies. The décor was opulent but severe—deep crimson and white, mirroring the necklace. The objective was to present Amara not as a protected bride, but as the serene, powerful matriarch who had successfully secured the dynasty’s future.

He spoke as he dismounted and took her delicate gloved hand in his own, leading the ebony stallion with his other hand. They had an agreement to meet on this deserted path each Wednesday, they had never met anyone else during their walks and were sure that their intimacy would not be discovered. Charlotte Winter was beautiful, golden ringlets framed a sweet face with keen, treacle coloured eyes, and her figure was thought to be among the finest in the village. Though his handsome profile and raven hair came from his mother's side, Lord William Northing was tall, broad-shouldered like his long-departed father.

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

As I pulled into ThornTech’s parking lot, my phone buzzed. Ryan. I answered immediately. "Hey." "Are you sure about this?" he asked, concern in every word. "Being around them again—Seraphina? Lysander? Those two practically broke you." I smiled as I stepped out of the car. The heels felt right under me. "Ryan," I said, "I’m not Katherine anymore. I’m Scarlet Wilde. Have you forgotten?" He chuckled, a warm, familiar sound. "You sound dangerous." "I am."

Laylin softly breathed out a sigh at his flaring temper. She closed her eyes in silent, her heart drumming in her chest. “Scarlet was the daughter of a Rakhbar Princess and Sansy so it made her the perfect medium: the blood of both, Red Witch and White Wolf. You said the Old Mistress sees the future, did she see it?”

-- asks Luna from the Miller's kingdom She looks at Scarlet asking her the same question with her eyes, why should they participate in the meeting and not take care of their puppies? --- Let me answer for him!-- says Scarlet with all her posture and elegance-- Well we all know that this case is exclusively important but above all complicated, imagine you Alphas what would you do if your companions didn't exist?- - Scarlet pauses for us to think, I wouldn't even want to exist if I were to live without her-- exactly most or all must have thought they couldn't live without them, now think about the best qualities of their women-- she pauses again, the my wife is savvy, determined, confident, sm

Scarlets are direct descendants of the moon goddess. Most Scarlets don't meet their wolves until a much later age. Some don't meet their wolf throughout their lifetime. Scarlet has a special bloodstream; their blood is different from the normal one. And no, I'm not referring to the color. The color is quite the same. Red. But Scarlet's blood is known to have special healing benefits. One of the books I read gave a little detail about them. I can still remember how the book described them. The vampires received a Scarlet as a peace offering when war broke out between the werewolves and the vampires. One female Scarlet was sacrificed to restore peace to the whole world. That is how powerful Sc

I feel my heart thundering berserkly in my chest at the memory of her face morphing and twisting in fury, the baby blue turned blood-red eyes, and the sinister expression that told me she was ready to killl in a blink of an eye. "Vampire." Hunter blurts. Again, as if he knows exactly what's running in my head every damn minute, in every fucking second. And he's not even looking at me! How on earth does he do that? "Scarlet Tate is the only hybrid werewolf in the Wintermist Pack. She's the Alpha's daughter, so you better not underestimate her or you'll be dead before graduation." He warns. I look up and stare at his devilishly handsome face, his amber eyes cold and serious.

For a moment, the whole room was illuminated. It was then that Scarlet realized she was not alone. Though the room had been alight for no more than a second, she had gotten a good look at them. Three old women, each with a long white shawl hanging over her shoulder. Their eyes were glazed over with age, clouded by cataracts. Scarlet wasn’t sure if they could even see her at all. They were standing side by side serenely, smiles on their wrinkled faces as though oblivious to the storm and the shaking tower. They looked like they could be a thousand years old.