Scarlet Witch Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She put her between them and Ace looked at Scarlet like somebody killed his cat. Scarlet was happy because he couldn't see her marks, the ugly red and brown patches on her skin. Probably he was blessed in not seeing his unattractive wife. Ace is a very attractive man with broad shoulders, a slim waist, and very tall and lean like an Eros of virility and machismo. Scarlet felt she was no match to his beauty. His dark blonde hair was disheveled but sexy and attractive in an uncanny way. Scarlet's hands urged her to run her fingers inside them and feel the softness.

The little thing in front of him was attempting to seduce him but Radyn merely assumed that she was just happy to see him. She smoothed down bits of her red-coloured hair, trying to fix the waves, that would naturally fly out if it were not for the magic of hairspray, to make herself look more presentable. It would have been a lie to say that the late mornings did not do her justice as Scarlet looked more extravagant than ever. With her lacy, crimson nightgown hugging her comfortably and her ruby irises vibrant in the light, it made sense why she was called Scarlet. She had an alluring yet devilish charm to her that the Werewolf adored.

she continued in a loud voice, the lady scoffed and stood up from her seat while Reid smirked in leisure. She crossed her hands over her chest, looking aggravated and sheepish, Scarlet instantly recognized the witch who was eye-fucking her mate earlier at the main hall, her eyes darkened as she finally stood in front of her. "Who do you think you are?" She scoffed. Scarlet poked her inner cheek, fighting the demons shouting in her head to give her a beating that would last for a lifetime. "That's your business, now step away from my mate before I make you regret your entire existence!" she dismissively waved her hand while on her face was a sweet smile that screamed fake while she fluttered

She was as cold as ice and immobile. “Oh, dear child. Beautiful as always. Did they make you sad?” The first one asked, coiling around her. The only thing that came to light was Scarlet's beautiful face and her bright eyes, which radiated under the moonlight, as well as her pink lengthy gown. The only thing from the witches which the moon got a glimpse of were their fingers, which were in a skeleton form. The flesh was gone, replaced with an ugly definition of their phalanges. Scarlet managed a nod.

Scarlet opened the door, and as she did, they all yelled: “SURPRISE!” Scarlet stared back, wide-eyed, looking completely shocked. Caitlin felt victorious that she’d actually managed to surprise her—Scarlet, of all people—the smartest person she’d ever known, and the hardest person to surprise with anything. Scarlet was also the most beautiful. As she stood there, with her perfectly-chiseled pale face, her large, crystal-blue eyes, her flowing, red hair, she was breathtaking. In some ways, she reminded Caitlin of Caleb. Ruth barked and barked and Scarlet leaned over and hugged her. Scarlet’s face lit with excitement as she stood back up and broke into a huge smile, revealing perfect white tee

he retorted, his tone calm yet infused with subtle resistance. Scarlet’s lips twisted into a gradual, haunting smile. “Then you paint with the ashes,” she said, and her voice had a kind of piercing serenity that brought a chill to the room. Darren advanced toward her, fists balled, voice rising, tone frustrated. “You believe genius liberates cruelty? That ambition makes you entitled to ruin lives?” Scarlet forced a laugh, a hint of mischief glimmered in her narrowed eyes. She leaned in, the tone of her voice dipping to an almost whisper.

My luna. Vivienne. With her red hair- my scarlet wolf. I will not let them abuse and take anything from my luna or my pack. I will chew off Lamia's head personally. Vivienne is my moon now. She is my whole being of existence and I will fight to give her a pack worth leading. She will live with me and we'll hopefully have a big family. I want daughters and sons. I want to see her smile as she looks down at her first newborn in her arms.

She recalled this terrible smell, when once their pack caught some of the witches at the border, doing voodoo. Scarlett knew they had no heart. Their heart had turned dark once they decided to rebel against their coven. Kind of a curse of their Goddess Hecate. Just like the rogues! Even more dangerous! Scarlett's blurred vision snapped up to the woman, alarmed. However, it was too late! How could she not realise at the beginning!? Dark witches could do any spell and change their scents! "Wh-at did you mix in the water? What... I..." She stood up, stumbled and tried to touch the woman, yet she couldn't as her limbs were not supporting her. She was in the sign of paralysed!

The Eclipse Gala was already buzzing when their car pulled up to the grand venue early that evening. Crystal chandeliers sparkled through the tall windows, and soft music floated out into the warm night. Elian stepped out first, looking sharp in a deep burgundy suit that hugged his frame perfectly. The rich color made his skin glow and it brought out the dangerous spark in his eyes. Dex followed right behind him in a sleek all-black suit with a matching burgundy tie. It was definitely a silent statement that they belonged together, whether they liked it or not.

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.