Scarlet Witch Aesthetic Novels & Stories

She cocked her head to the side, her red lips lifting into a beautiful yet sinister smile. "My name is Karmina, and I am here to grant what you truly desire." She said to him. Without breaking eye contact, her body started to change before him. Her skin darkened to that of chocolate, while her hair shrunk to a pixie cut and her once black eyes became this vibrant purple. His breath caught when her image perfectly replicated that of Willow, even in this naked form. "How did you do that?" He asked her, his eyes slowly drifting from hers to her bare breasts.

She looked pleased with herself, as if seeing me vulnerable gave her the power she craved. “I’m not hiding,” I said quietly, refusing to look at her. “I just needed a moment.” Scarlet sauntered closer, her heels clicking loudly against the floor. “A moment? Or maybe you’re realizing that you’re out of your league here. And you winning isn’t really fair. Fame isn't for people like you, darling.” I finally turned to face her, my anger simmering just below the surface. “What do you want now, Scarlet?” Her grin widened as she reached into her clutch, pulling out a small bottle of what looked like… ink? I barely had time to register what it was before she flicked the bottle open with a malicious

Baking cookies with Scarlett definitely helped me to come back to my reality. I have been all witch for a while now so the simple act of baking cookies with a friend helps to ground me into remembering that I am both witch and werewolf. It feels weird to think that being a witch is starting to feel normal to me now but as I learn more about the craft, the more I feel like I am finding another part of myself. A part that I did not know I was missing in the first place.

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

"Scarlet is the strongest witch to ever live. Even out ranking her own parents, some would say she is a Celtic witch but really, if you have never experienced her powers, you know will be wrong. Plus, she uses those crystals, which make her all the more powerful." "So what kind of witch is she?" Johan asked. "A galactic witch. She has control over almost everything. I doubt she is even using her full strength. She does it so effortlessly." Harlow said. ''Tell me you aren't trying to kill her too." "No, I look up to her. She is amazing. Apart from Gore and the pack, I would lay my life down for her." "Oh wow, that is extreme." Johan said. "What kind of witch am I?" Miley held Harlow's hand.

Scarlett flanked me, her posture perfect, chin tilted by a fraction of an inch as she looked down over the jostling crowd. Her gown radiated like hot coals—deep red velvet quilted with gold thread, the spiked neckline jutting and queenlike. Her black hair spilled loose in rippling waves down the back of her dress, catching each flash of the ritual torches. She was… perfection. A steel Luna of ambition. She didn't smile. She didn't need to. This wasn't from happiness. This was from power. And the wolves in the room lapped it up.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

Jasper The scent of gardenias and Scarlet’s expensive perfume was making my head ache. I stood on the dais of the Great Hall, my hand resting on the small of Scarlet’s back. She looked perfect. Her gown was ivory lace, her hair was a masterpiece of coppery red curls, and the mark I’d carved into her neck just days ago was a proud, fresh shiny red scar. This was what I’d wanted. A respected, powerful, dignified woman. A mate who didn't smell of lightning and rain. Not the village freak, the daughter of a condemned and executed witch.

Kael. The moment I returned to the room the smell hit me first. The faint and intoxicating scent of her (Scarlet Red) mixed with the warm lingering musk of water and soap. My nostrils flared involuntarily. I had been angry a moment ago and furious even and yet every rational thought evaporated as my gaze fell on her. She stood there wrapped in a towel, the disguise she had used for so long finally gone. Her hair burned like fire flaming red and untamed cascading over her shoulders in stark contrast to her pale almost luminescent skin. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks tiny constellations against a backdrop no other werewolf carried.

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"