Scarlet Witch Aesthetic Novels & Stories

" She said, and without sparing Lyn a glance, she walked out of the classroom, making her way toward the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, Scarlet gasped at her reflection, unable to believe her eyes. Staring at the messy face in the mirror, with messy bangs covering her eyes, black rimmed glasses covering over half of her face, and chapped lips, Scarlet shook her head, suddenly feeling sad. "You didn't tell me the host was so ugly!" She lamented. Scarlet might be anything, but she never compromised her appearance! [Appearance: 90/90 Charm: 10/100]

I was doubtful. Astra's beauty was by far the only one I could compare to Scarlette and not be able to decide. She was hot, freaking hot and gorgeous. I was certain that wasn't the real colour of her hair but the champagne vanilla blond colour fit her so perfectly it felt like the colour was made for her. I could easily tell she was wearing eye colour lenses, but it didn't change the fact that the light green suited her as well. She also had porcelain skin, breasts thrice the size of mine and curves that puts Scarlette's to shame. She had everything to be considered a seductive woman.

Beside her, the court witches stood in solemn silence, their robes ink-dark against the pale light. Aaron remained at Ophelia’s side. He had not left her since the battle, nor would he now. “You are certain?” Scarlet asked, her tone softer than it had been in years. “Once we bind it, it will not stir again unless the world itself calls for it.” Ophelia nodded. “That is what I want. I want to be a queen, not a weapon.” Scarlet’s eyes shimmered—not with her usual mischief, but with something close to sorrow. Yet she inclined her head. “Then so be it.”

“Thank you, Amanda, “ Scarlet took the envelope and stood before excusing herself so she could start her first day. Scarlet was so nervous as she looked around. She was an orphan who never went to any school or college. All her designs were self-taught and she was afraid of making a mistake knowing Easton would eat her alive. Or maybe he was waiting for her to make a mistake. The thoughts spun in her mind as she walked into the elevator. Her brown curls were tied into a loose bun and her white suit fitted her perfectly. It wasn’t too tight nor too loose. It held her in the right places and she completed the look with nude makeup. Scarlet was a beautiful brown-skinned woman, but she didn’t kn

“I like weird.” “Well, you’re in luck.” Our eyes meet and my heart flutters. This is the most real I’ve seen Wes, and this is the most real he’s seen me. Because right now, I’m not Scarlet, the con-artist, scourge of the South Side. I’m just Scarlet, the quirky blonde who reads smutty vampire and werewolf romance novels in her spare time and gets way too wrapped up in scary TV shows. Wes’s fingertips brush against my shoulder, and I shiver. I tip my head towards his, lips parting. He moves his head down toward mine.

My wolf would party if that was the case. "I hope so." And I didn't want to hide my hope. Scarlet had always been a nuisance to us, especially me. Just because she was obsessed with Alpha Cedric made her do anything including small things that a professional doctor like her shouldn't do. "Moreover, she is beautiful. She can get any man she wants." My wolf snorted at the thought. "And I know a lot of men who want her." Yeah, that was true. But I understood that an ambitious woman like her would want to get a higher position than what she had now. Being a doctor was already a very glamorous profession and was desired by many werewolves, especially women. But maybe she did want to be a Luna.

Climbing out of my car, I marched inside, my current aura demanding attention. “I need to see Aurora,” I told the maid who approached me nervously the moment I let myself in through the door. She nodded and then disappeared but instead of Aurora, Scarlet appeared. She was wearing a silk robe that did little to hide her intentions. Her smile was calculated and her steps were deliberate as she approached me. “She doesn’t want to see you, Asher,” Scarlet purred like a cat in heat. “But I might be able to change her mind... if only you are nice to me.”

"I think your immortality, caused by the spell Scarlet used, affected your blood. Your blood is coated with magical healing abilities, since the rogue was controlled using magic, your blood could counter attack it" Scarlet's spell had made so many changes in me, firstly my midnight black wolf became white like snow, I could not die no matter how hard I tried, making me like an immortal, I could control how and when I choose to heal myself, and now I could even heal wolves with my blood when magic was involved. " Is it a bad or good thing?" I asked, seeing how Cyrus' eyes lit up like he had a plan in mind. " It's actually a good thing and also bad, but it has more advantages than disadvantage

Mom eventually decided not to move the plant. Over the next few days, she realized its leaves were growing larger. They ended up splitting open, and a crimson liquid that looked like blood oozed out. Its fragrance was intoxicating, as if there was a magical aspect of it in the way it drew attention. Mom became obsessed with studying the plant, even abandoning her job in the factory. After experimenting for some time, she discovered that injecting that red liquid into the human body could change a person's scent, even making them more attractive to the opposite sex.

We don’t always use our Alpha titles during sex, but sometimes it’s fun and this is one of those nights. “Goddess, yes. I need to feel you inside me. Please.” She begs, practically whimpering, her emerald green eyes pleading with me. Those eyes. When Scarlett turns those big green eyes on you, it’s like she’s looking directly into your soul. It’s almost unnerving, yet at the same time, you never want to pull your eyes away from hers.