Scarlet Winters Novels & Stories

“But that’s what happened.” “It’s true. Every word of it is true,” Caitlin said softly, remorsefully. She was getting a sinking feeling that these men wouldn’t understand. But she knew why Scarlet was able to outrun them; she knew why she was able to run when sick. She knew the answer—the one that would explain everything. But it was the one answer she could not give, the one that these men would never believe. They were not convulsions; they were hunger pangs. Scarlet was not running; she was hunting. And that was because her daughter was a vampire.

Scarlet flew through the cold night air, racing along the Saint Lawrence River, heading north, upstate, into colder and colder territory. She wiped away her tears, and for the first time, felt a fresh sense of determination. For the first time, she felt emboldened, felt a purpose: to save Sage’s life.

All of a sudden she grabbed my hand and exclaimed loudly "Look there !!!Between the stars I see Elsa . She is creating snowflakes from her magic. " I looked at where she was pointing and saw nothing . She was so drunk that she was seeing things. Scarlet had heard and watched stories of some animated and other movies which prevailed, during our ancestors time and she loved them. I guess the Elsa girl she spoke about might be one of the many old animated movies that she loved . Ignoring her i closed my eyes and enjoyed the cold wind nipping at my skin in a gentle caress. My state of peace was interrupted by a frantic Scarlet's voice. I looked at her and saw that she was covering her face

Then it hit him and a smirk plastered on his face, “Oh right. We definitely have to go mow. “I can’t wait to officially have you, Mrs. Hudson.” I chuckled, feeling butterflies in my stomach. This is really it. I can’t wait to be on more adventures with my husband, Eion. It was all worth it. And I’m proud to say that I am Snow caught in his Winter Heart. **

this is wrong. I drink my whiskey, the sting making my head reel as I lean forward, wincing in the poor light. She moves, and I can see her face more clearly, my breathing hitching at seeing someone who should be dead by now, someone I sold. It's her-but it's not. She's changed now. The creases are the same, the eyes, the nose, the jaw. But there's something wrong, something I'm struggling to articulate. A scar, maybe? A changed shape to the mouth? A variation in the last five years...

I have no idea if I meant that because I don’t know what is waiting for me. The SUV roared to life before coming to a stop in front of a massive barrier. Moonveil Academy waited on the outskirts of the northern regions, an institution for elite wolves that controlled through strength, cunning, and influence. Those who survived thrived, while those who failed disappeared. The ride was long and quiet. Every mile took me further away from Aria Vale and deeper into Arian Vale, the boy molded from betrayal and anger.

Then I start down the slope. Not because I trust them. Not because I think they’ll welcome me. But because the road east continues beyond this valley. And because the shadows are already moving ahead of me, clearing a path through the dusk. Raven Winterstar—scion, survivor, Necromantress—steps into the firelight. And the world holds its breath.

Whispering that Scarlet was mine. Even if I’d pushed her away. “Just do it, Jasper,” I snapped, turning back to my whiskey. Scarlet’s POV The next morning, I was discharged from the hospital. My body was still weak, but healing. Lady Rosa met me at the door, her face cold. “You’re back to work, Scarlet. No more fainting spells, or you’ll regret it.” I nodded, swallowing my anger. What was the point? I was still a slave. Still at the mercy of this pack.

All I needed to do now was plan and ensure that I silenced him for good this time. I started my car engine and drove off, leaving the warehouse behind. By the time I returned to the mansion, the sun had already set, casting its warmth upon the earth as night took over. As I got in my room, I saw Scarlet sitting on the edge of the bed with her body illuminated by the light coming from the bedside lamp.

“Stacey, we need to go.” “Are you kidding?” she whispered, clutching my arm. “I need a moment to process what just happened. He was even hotter than I imagined, and that woman with him? Who is she, Tarini? And why do you get all the luck? First, you’re on a date with Mr Dr Good-on-Paper Aryan, and then Professor Valerian himself swoops in to save you?” Well her madness is the result of the woman with Valerian. “It’s not luck,” I muttered, trying to brush off her questions. “And he’s just…our professor. I need that recommendation, Stacey. This isn’t a romantic comedy.”