Novel & Cerita Scarlet Winters

"You haven't told us how and why you got arrested by the humans, how did you get to that side of the city, it's forbidden," Scarlet hissed. "My drink was spiked with wolfbane. I was drunk and stumbled there and got arrested and I mistakenly shot one," she murmured against Reid's chest. "I just want to sleep," Scarlet whined. Reid stroked her head. "But you haven't eaten anything all day. Chris, Hunter, what are you making?" «Friday, Gala Night»

Scar wished her car could fly as she drove through the night. Her light caught the lone figure standing by the road side. She drove to a halt and wind down her window glass. “Summer” She called. The figure looked up,her eyes cold. She walked closer. “You are my new master” She asked. “Master” Scar scoffed. “Get in the car let's go home” Summer got into the car still cautious. “What should I do for you” She asked coldly, “Well you can just sit down and enjoy the ride”

- 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

“Zayne, please. We’ll be exposed. This is serious. People are watching. Someone might record this. You don't want the news of the popular Alpha Sterling having a second identity as a mysterious supernatural wolf?” “Fine,” he said. “Joy killer.” I looked around waiting for what zayne would do. Everyone had backed away. Some were hiding behind desks. Some just stared, frozen. The girl in Scarlet’s grip was crying now. Her face had gone pale. Her lips were trembling. I stepped closer to Sara—no, Scarlet. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t let this continue. He looked at Scarlet as I drew closer. “Well,” he said, “your mate doesn’t play.”

And yet… her wrist burned faintly under her sleeve, the crest mark mocking her in silence. Dusk bled across the sky, painting the horizon in streaks of crimson and gold before the shadows of night swallowed the world. The pack gathered in the sacred clearing, circling the great stone altar at the center. Torches lined the perimeter, their flames flickering and twisting, shadows leaping like restless spirits.

I dropped back on my bed, ready to surrender to the ache in my chest—when my phone finally pinged. My breath hitched. My sweet boy, No. 13 Dracula Estate, East Coast. My eyes widened. “Dracula Estate?” I muttered under my breath. The name itself sent a shiver down my spine. Why did it sound so dark… so dangerous? But excitement overpowered fear. I shot up from the bed like I’d been lit on fire. I had already bathed earlier, so I brushed through my hair quickly, changed into a fitted outfit that hugged all the right places, and sprayed a hint of cologne across my neck.

Could I catch a glimpse of the future beyond this struggle and the heavy weight of fear? The scene was chaos incarnate—a swirling storm of fur, teeth, and blood against the stark white snow that seemed too pure to host such brutality. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing a plea for the bears, those noble beasts who fought valiantly but were outmatched. A primal part of me wanted to leap into the fight, to howl alongside them, but reality pulled my fragile frame back. I was just Winter, a small girl with fluttering muscles and nascent magic buried deep within my soul, waiting to be uncovered, as mysterious as the depths of the wintry woods surrounding me.

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.

SCARLETT I was walking over black water. It was only deep enough to come up to my ankles. But, it was cold—stinging cold. I didn’t know how or when I got here but I had been walking for a long time without stopping. There was light waiting for me at the end in the form of a silver wolf with green eyes peering back at me. Desperate to reach her, I broke into a sprint. I ran, neared her, and found her getting far from me again.

Scarlet's Pov: The first light of dawn painted the sky in soft pastels, casting a gentle glow over the ancient woods where my pack thrives. The Silver Star Pack, a symbol of centuries of lupine history, is located in the center of this mystical world. Tall trees form a natural fortress, their branches entwined like ancient guardians. I emerge from the depths of the woods. My auburn hair, touched by the morning dew, frames a face marked with determination.