Scarlet Witch Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Scarlet POV “Scarlet is back!” I heard Courtney yell from inside our cabin. I laughed to myself as I walked inside of our little but cozy cabin. The three trouble makers are what we used to call ourselves but as we matured, we dropped that and just became more like sisters. My name is Scarlet. I stand at 5 '7”, deep greenish/blue eyes, deep brown hair that is waist length with a slim but toned build. My brother is the Alpha to the Red Creek Pack but due to our childhood, I would rather not live in a pack. Instead, I have built a life for myself with two great friends. He fully supports me and we still run our co-owned jewellery business.

And most importantly, she was easy to control. Scarlet, on the other hand, was beautiful—maybe. But she was attractive in her own way. She wore no makeup and clearly saw her hair as a chore. In her constant baggy shirts and jeans, she obviously had no interest in fashion, or even showing her figure to any guy. She was so unguarded, so innocent, and I thought it would be very easy to reject her. But when she stared up at me with her large and luminous eyes, my wolf melted away.

The sky above was a chaotic blend of colors, shifting from deep blues to fiery reds and back again. In the distance, a figure emerged, slowly materializing out of the shifting mist. It was a reflection of Sabrina herself, though her eyes were a blazing crimson that seemed to pierce through the very fabric of reality. This was the Scarlet Witch, the force that had taken control of her body after that fateful encounter with David and Jacob. ‌ As Sabrina took hesitant steps forward, she could feel the weight of the Scarlet Witch's power pressing down on her, an invisible force that sought to control every fiber of her being. The pain was palpable, radiating from the Scarlet Witch's figure like

That's why she can't kill her. Scarlet smiled at her triumphantly and sarcasm was dripping from her smile. "You can't kill me Aurora," Scarlet said loudly while laughing. And lift her hand in the air. "Because I'm immortal." "What do you think about yourself that you can do anything with your power? And you underestimate my powers. I'm famous for my powers and I'm the most powerful witch in my clan. You tried to burn me into ashes. But you don't know I can end your life." Scarlet said arrogantly. And Aurora looked at her with her sharp gaze.

SCARLETT is 5'5" tall, with a slim-fit and covertly sexy girl. She has fish like eyes which are deep ocean blue in color with thick and long eye-lashes. Although she is slim, yet her cheeks are somewhat chubbier, which makes her look cute. Her neck is way too slender and looks so smooth that her skin looks shiny underneath her clothes. The most beautiful part of her body is her hairs which are waist length, way too thick, shiny, silky somewhat wavy and slight brown with a tinge of bluish color with extra smoothness. She doesn't believe in the mystical creatures like vampires, werewolves, charmers, witches, snakes , shape-Shifters etc. She believes that people create fantasies to satisfy the

When we got back to the pack house Scarlet ordered me to go to her room and not allow Arizer see me until I was completly ready. Scarlet sat me down in the chair and spent the next forty five minutes doing my make up, I had no idea what she was doing to me, but when I was finally allowed to look in the mirror I couldn't believe I was looking at myself. My eyes matched the colour of the dress but she had aded a few lighter blue to blend with it, she then added a small amount of glitter just enough that it made my eyes sparkle. Scarlet had made me look amazing. "Wow, thank you I would never have been able to do this."

It was a VERY weak evidence, if you could even call it that. Then there was a whole lot of detailed testimony of witnesses who either saw the 'Scarlet Angels' in their dreams, like me and my grandma, or even heard their whispers and saw them in real life. This was much more interesting, as many people described the 'Scarlet Angels' similar to Laurens Vermeulen's drawing. Of course there were many differences, but 'the_scarlet_truth' wrote in his comment at the end of the post that it would be naive to think that such creatures cannot change their appearance. They were angels, incorporeal beings, so with that in mind, they could look different to each person. All in all, the only thing in com

They had never once made her feel like an outcast. Sure, Scarlet had been a bitch to her one too many times, but she figured it was because Scarlet wasn't used to sharing, but now that she looked at her, she wanted to bring her sister to her reality and the forced mark she was wearing like some stupid claim for all the wolves to see. Goodness, that mark pissed Sandra off so much. "Hello Alpha, you look so good…. I mean, you look way better than what the stories say about you,” Scarlet said and Aztec looked at her, wondering whether this woman was dumb or just dense.

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr

Cover courtesy of eroticdarkfantasy.art on I*******m. ********** This is a particularly dark erotica with horror elements. Please read with caution. ********** A wave of power coursed over me and I suddenly wanted to curl into a ball. His fury was like being caught in a whirlwind. I felt like I couldn't breathe. He shoved me back against a tree and caught my chin. "You think you're a clever girl but let me be very clear. You open this pretty mouth of yours..." He trailed a thumb roughly over my lips. Dragging over the bottom one. "Not only will I have you thrown in WitchFall, but everyone you care about."