Scarlet Witch Novels & Stories

Finally, her father was giving her recognition and an opportunity to prove herself. "I won't let you down, father," she assured him. "Good," he said, standing up from his chair. "Now go, make preparations." Scarlett nodded before turning to leave. As she walked through the hallway, she couldn't help but think about what Romero had said to her. If she was going to succeed in this mission, she needed to regain her self-control and focus. She couldn't let her emotions get in the way. With a deep breath, Scarlett made up her mind. She was going to show everyone - her father, Romero, and all of the underworld - just how capable she was. The only question was: how far was she willing to go to succ

*Scarlette Helle*-, the most passionate, courageous, strong, and power person, he had ever come across. At first it was perceived that the beautiful woman named after a shade of red was a human hosting a Supreme being, but no. After the mother of life left Scar’s body there was still this power radiating off her this made the enter group very curious to know what exactly she was and so another adventure of investigations begin.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

I concluded within my mind and in a few minutes I could smell her closer, I had covered most of the distance. There were other scents, stronger than hers, not far from her. Their scent was different from humans, forcing my eyebrows to draw closer to each other. I hastened my footsteps and closed the gap between us, but kept my distance away from her and the group of people walking behind her. I narrowed my gaze on the two guys walking behind her, and I noticed something weird, they had a mark at the back of their neck, was that a bat? and the vibe they were giving off was strange, they weren't one of us.

The chain behind me extending to allow the motion. The woman floated towards me and stopped a few inches from me. I recognized her as a sorcerous not by her appearance, but rather her ora. She was dressed all in black with a cape covering most of her face. All I could see were her eyes, which were glowing green. "What is your name, witch?" She asked me. I refused to answer. I only glared at her. She came closer and grabbed me by my hair, forcing my eyes to hers she peered into them as if she were looking directly into my soul. She released me. "I see." She said. "Tell me Mandalynn are you with child?"

Few minutes later, he dropped the receiver and faced his parents. “ What is it son?” asked his father. “That was alpha Israel” said Damian. “ What did he say?” asked his father. “ Young female witches are missing” replied Damian as he went to sit down in his chair. “ This is not the first time witches are being kidnapped. What makes this different?” asked his mother. “ There is a pattern. Only female witches with red hair within the ages of nineteen and twenty- five years has been kidnapped so far” replied Damian. His parents were silent as they contemplated the meaning.

“Edgy. Distrustful. Lost to their impulses. They wanted control over magic… over us.” Her voice cracked with something old and broken. “We were powerful. Far more powerful than they were. But we were outnumbered.” My stomach curled as I watched witches—women, children, elders—running, screaming, burning. Wolves attacking like it was their only instinct left. “It was brutal,” she whispered. The scene dissolved and shifted—now showing her, the Scarlet Witch herself, standing on a mountain of flames, holding a spell so enormous I could feel it ripple across my skin even here.

That word triggered something within me. I wasn’t sure how to express it, but it happened. The sound of that name bothers me; it has left its mark on me. On my 18th birthday, at my old pack, while most of my friends transformed under the blood moon. Lyra also changed, but she has always been the daughter of an omega. A maid who worked for my father. That's how our friendship began. Before the bond formed between Kael and me, I was bullied by the pack members, and in response, I made a dare.

someone else muttered, lowering her voice, “Scarlet planted it. Hurt her, set her up. That girl’s dangerous.” A snort answered that. . “Dangerous, yeah but not stupid. Why would Scarlet use charms when she can beat grown wolves into the fucking floor with her bare hands?”

“And mind you, she is not a witch. She is not a witch like Mama Roux. Her identity is far deeper than that.” “Far deeper than that in what sense?” Scarlett questioned curiously. "She is a bloodline elder," I paused for a while before continuing. "One of the original wolves, and her family line predates the pack's formal structure by generations. Before there were Alphas, council sessions, and written law, there were bloodline elders. Wolves whose blood carried the original pack law, not the documented version this time, the inherited one. The law in its raw state, in its unwritten form, as it truly existed before the rise of writers who thought to document it.”