Scarlett Drake Novels & Stories

Drake re-buttoned his shirt, covering the scar and fifteen years of pain. "So I waited. And I watched him break your heart seventy-seven times," a raw agony finally cracking his composure. "Elara. No more." The castle doors swung open, and an elegant, silver-haired woman emerged. Her eyes were wise and kind, as if she could see right through you. "Mother," Drake said. "This is Elara." "I know who she is." Drake's mother, the old Luna of the Nightfall Pack, walked toward me and studied me closely. "Heir to the blood of the Moon Goddess. Welcome home, child."

"Such a pathetic, dramatic show-off. Pushing her off that cliff was the easiest thing I've done all week. I watched her drown in that black sea... I just hope the shark bait is dead by now so we don't have to hear her whimper anymore." Drake let out a light, careless laugh that cut straight through my ribs like a rusty blade. "Good riddance," Drake scoffed, his voice utterly devoid of warmth or remorse. "She was an annoying, worthless eyesore anyway. Always walking around like she's special just because Creed looked her way once or twice. She’s nothing." The world tilted violently on its axis.

"I watched that man destroy everyone who ever loved him." Her voice softened. "I also watched a little boy swear he'd never become him." My throat tightened. "The moon is close." It sounded weak. Even to me. It was an excuse I didn't even believe myself. "It's not just the moon." She shook her head slowly, crossing her arms. "It gets worse every cycle." She studied me for a long moment. "And every time you're afraid..." Her eyes darkened. "...Scarlett is the one who bleeds for it."

Drake says. As we walk into the conference room, Drake follows me in. He takes a seat beside Colby and leans forward on his elbows. “So, I understand Kate explained a bit of my situation; I am looking for a woman who looks like this woman in this picture. I believe she goes by the name Lucy,” he says.

I asked, staring at her blue eyes. She sighed. “ Scarlett, Alpha is a Lycan. It’s hard for him to keep his wolf under control. But, trust me, we all know he tries. ” “ You sound manipulated. ” I huffed, rolling my eyes. She chuckled. “ no matter what I say, you will only blame him. ” “ He killed my parents. You all…killed my parents. What do you expect? ” I shrugged my shoulders, but couldn’t keep the bitterness tamed in my tone.

I’m about to send another response when I get a second text from her. ARABELLA: I have to go. Mrs. Darcy is now glaring at me. A small chuckle leaves my lips and I heart her message before I lock my phone and throw it back into my pocket. Arabella left Florida almost two weeks ago, and everything has been going well for us. She’s the sweetest and the most understanding person I’ve ever come across. I know she tells me many times not to think it, but I’ve never thought there could be a completely perfect person until Arabella—even her flaws are so perfect that they’re nonexistent to me. I can’t stop feeling lucky that I have her right next to me and it’s because of her that everything is alri

Scarlett went very still. "Your eyes," she said, barely a whisper. "They just changed color." Draven froze. "They went gold," she said, staring up at him like she was trying to convince herself she hadn't actually seen it. "Gold, Draven, not brown. I'm not imagining that." He didn't answer, and the silence stretched long enough that Scarlett took a step back, putting distance between them like her own instincts had finally caught up to everything her mind had been refusing to accept. "What are you?" she asked. Draven had run out of doors marked not yet.

Dexter’s wife smirked at me, but everyone knew how jealous she was of my natural beauty. “Mom, she’s my wife, would you please stop making such horrendous re–” rebutted Drake who had been fuming beside her. But she halted him by cutting his angry statement, “–Y-yes, Mama, I will definitely do my best.” It has been five years since Drake fought for me when he chose to marry me, so the least I could do was endure this everyday scenario of insults from the Morgans. *** SCARLET. I was naked on the bed while the man I just had sex with was fixing his underwear and clothes at the edge of the bed.

The whispers intensified. "That's her." "The druid." "They say she took down twenty wolves alone..." "I heard she healed the Blackwood girl's dark magic curse..." "They say their mate bond amplifies both their powers..." Jade and Elena's smiles turned brittle as Maya approached. But before they could speak, a new voice cut through the tension. "Well, if it isn't the little vet who thinks she can play alpha female." The crowd parted to reveal Scarlett, the notorious queen of the Desert Wolves MC. She was stunning in red leather, her reputation for cruelty matching her beauty.

I felt a slight tingle with Queen Mary and perhaps for a moment I thought she was mine but never said anything so I left it at that. But the tingle was different with Scarlette, if she was a vampire it would have knocked me off my fucking feet, I have seen it happen with Dracular and he was known to be the strongest of all of us because he was sculpure first. So when Scarlette blirted out that she dreamed of me this morning, after that intoxicating cherry scent I got from her arousal, I knew it. There was no doubt.