Scarlett Grey Novels & Stories

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.

She immediately announced loudly, “RAGNARA choose you, Scarlet. You are the rightful owner.” Everybody was happy, but just when Scarlet mumbled the words “RAGNARA”, her eyes darted back and shrunk deep into their sockets changing color occasionally. The only thing she remembered last was that purple dazzling light and a beautiful girl with RAGNARA studded in her crown, before drifting off into endless abyss of unknown darkness.

All I could see were black dots. I was used to everything being black and white, it was easier to pick sides and focus on the side you have chosen but right now it was all blurry and gray, like looking through a thick layer of dust. Everything around me was dark except for those black spots, which weren't really spots, they seemed to be tiny holes in space. They made me feel sick and nauseous. Like I was drowning. Or maybe I was dying. But what kind of death? There was no lead or response from the contact I had reached out to. Mr Stark still wasn't allowed to talk to anyone, Vincent was still roaming freely after killing our grandfather.

SCARLETT I was walking over black water. It was only deep enough to come up to my ankles. But, it was cold—stinging cold. I didn’t know how or when I got here but I had been walking for a long time without stopping. There was light waiting for me at the end in the form of a silver wolf with green eyes peering back at me. Desperate to reach her, I broke into a sprint. I ran, neared her, and found her getting far from me again.

Vivienne sends him to look for them. Lamia and Niall discuss their winnings in both territories. It leads to her asking him to kill the Knowles as she believes they're really traitors. She also explains Scarlet is the next target while the strongest warriors are still in Blacktail. Fang is brought in to Lamia and she gets to kill him all over again. This time in front of a guilty Niall. Marquis makes it to Scarlet just in time to get Mal out before the vampires invade it.

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

“Y-you bit me too hard!” Scarlett tried to use concealer to hide the love bite on her neck but to no avail. She ties her scarf tighter, hoping no one will see it. She’s dressed in a soft beige suit which complements her skin. Her silky hair is loose in soft curls and she’s wearing light makeup. Ryder can’t help but admire her delicate features. She looks radiant and elegant, clearly a class apart from everyone else. Even in that simple attire, she’ll make any man go crazy. Hector Hawkins really is an idiot, Ryder thinks.

Lauren started at the large purple stain on her crimson dress with her mouth wide open. The entire people in the hall held their breath as Malcolm's boiling silent anger suppressed the entire hall. Suddenly, Grace came running through, "Oh My God. Michelle darling, are you okay?" She ran her palm all over Lauren. It took Lauren her last energy not to push the woman far away from her. She nodded instead, silently biting her lips to avoid the tears. She looked at Malcolm whose anger grew at her pitiful look.

My body felt like lead as I pushed myself up from the splintered floor, my knuckles raw and bloody. Nino and the guards stood ten feet back, their hands hovering near their weapons, staring at me like I was a wild animal that needed to be put down. I ignored them. My eyes frantically searched the room until they found her. Scarlett was huddled against the base of the bed. Her white silk dress was crumpled, her hair wild, her small hands shaking violently as she pressed them against her chest. Tears silently overflowed her eyes. And on her pale neck, right above the heavy diamond choker... were four red, bleeding punctures where my fangs had pressed into her flesh.

From the way her mouth is set, I can already tell that she doesn’t care for me but I heard Dante call her a concubine. Was it possible that she was captured and enslaved just like me? Wouldn’t that make us allies in this palace and not enemies? I never really understood the dynamics of feminine relationships, I only ever had my omegas and the men in my life. A cold chill ran down my spine, the men in my life. A reminder of what the demon of an Alpha took from me. “My name is Scarlett… I’m from the… I was brought here from the Furies Pack.” I started, maybe if I introduced myself, she would be more accommodating.