Novel & Cerita Scarlet Witch Origin

Everything is spotless, polished, and so grand, it almost felt unreal… way too luxurious for someone like me. Inside the restroom, I passed a mirror—and froze. Did I just see a ghost? I stepped back and looked again. "Arrrrgh!" I screamed. "Who is this? Why am I in a stranger’s body?!" I stumbled backward, heart pounding. Then I looked again, this time slowly, closely. My heart skipped. “Wait… I know this face.” “No… no, this can’t be real.” “This is Elena Scarlet.” I held my hair, my fingers shaking.

He was beginning to find that toying with people was fun. “Shall I tell them, Scarlet?” Damon whispered. “Tell them how you helped create the half-bloods? How you led us to every cursed object? How you prophesied the Blood Moon's arrival?” Scarlet didn’t respond. She didn’t have to. Her silence was answer enough. The priest smiled devilishly, “Every death, every betrayal,” he whispered. “It all began with her.”

Forgetting the broken glass on the floor, I scrambled closer, my voice incredulous. "What did you just say the missing White Wolf King's name was?" The witch selling toads, her face alight with excitement, shoved a yellowed magical newspaper in front of me. "Bruce Silvermoon! Cici, you're always so buried in your potions, you probably don't follow this stuff. He's the sole Alpha heir of the Silver Moon Pack, the biggest celebrity in the werewolf world!"

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell and are excellent trackers; that coupled with Council’s resources means we have zero chances of remaining hidden for too long. As we headed toward the kitchen tent, my gut twisted with a knot of fear as Tabah went on rambling, oblivious to my thoughts. I was only half-paying attention to what he was saying, something about his sister also being back. Sarah, his sister, had always been a rebel. The last I heard about her, she had gone off to discover Altair and other magical kingdoms on her own. She isn’t employed by either the pack or the Council. It has always been a mystery to me as to how she manages to fund her travels.

"You see, my dear, I've been looking for a way to rescue my brothers from the underworld for centuries. And you, with your... special abilities, are the key to making that a reality." Scarlett's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?” I grinned, my fangs shimmering in the low light. "Come on, Scarlett. Don’t act innocent. You know what I mean. The prophecy. The ritual. The sacrifice." Scarlett's complexion drained, and for a brief moment, I thought she might collapse. But then, a fierce resolve ignited in her eyes, and she lunged at me. "You won't get away with this," she shouted, her fists swinging.

"His father didn't just kill Rose—he tried to steal her power first. The ritual went wrong. Instead of taking her magic, he released something that should have stayed bound." "Scarlett." "The First Witch. The mother of all witches. She was imprisoned centuries ago for trying to wipe out werewolves completely." Morgana mixed something in a bowl that smoked purple. "Your mother, brilliant as always, contained Scarlett's spirit in the only vessel that could hold her—you. A hybrid strong enough to cage her, innocent enough that she couldn't fully possess." "But the binding's breaking." "Because you rejected your mate bond. The emotional trauma cracked Rose's spell." She handed me the smoking bow

I questioned. "You're a witch," he states. I wait for something more shocking. "I'm pretty sure that's common knowledge at this point." "Someone like you hasn't existed in hundreds of years." "I'm aware," I state. "Your point?" "The last one, Maria Bennet, was a witch turned into a werewolf," he continues. Our gaze broke as he began to turn and head to the back of the library, me trailing behind him. I had never heard the name before but yet her name held such familiarity to me. "It was said that when she was scratched by the wolf, her witch powers fought with the wolves. She spent days in excruciating pain because her body couldn't decide between the two. It was believed that she was going

I sighed seeing her clearly unhappy with my answer," it is... a lot of different things. The creation of a fire witch and an alpha wolf. It doesn't mean that I was always going to end up this way, it's just how fate decided." She knitted her brows together," what do you mean?" "There was a bigger chance I would've been a wolf or a witch. Not a hellhound," I paused and tried gathering my thoughts," those who are born into this roll usually lose their identity after our first shift and the council takes us. It's been a constant battle to contain Cinnabar." My wolf snarled angrily as I let her in on more. He was the biggest driving force in keeping Eloise in the dark. Worried that we would driv

Izer released an exaggerated breath and looked away first. Good! He lost the staring contest. “ Alpha Izer said you are the Dark Lord’s child, Luna Scarlett. But I don’t feel the energy. ” The witch spoke up, grabbing my undivided attention. My heart sank into the depths of my stomach. I clenched my hands into fists and leaned in. “ What do you mean? ” I uttered, pretending to be confused. I totally knew what she was talking about. Alpha King’s Elixir had suppressed that energy so my werewolf side could become dominant.

I was sitting on a bench placed at the front of the house dreaming and hoping that one day, I would finally meet my mate although, it seems like a hopeless dream as I am still unmated at the age of 18. My name is Scarlett Watson, and I am an Omega werewolf. I am an orphan who lost my parents at the age of 5 after our pack was attacked. I am being taken care of by the whole park as my parents were known for being responsible and useful to the park while they were alive. Even though they were Omegas, they still proved themselves worthy.