Scarlett Grey Novels & Stories

' Males can feel overwhelmed and let tears roll down their eyes. "Why are you apologising? Do you perhaps have a back hand behind the hybrid's attack?" I asked, glaring at him. "Yes. We were fooled by a hybrid omega..." "Was that hybrid omega named Scarlett?" I questioned instantly. My instincts were telling me that Scarlett was not a pure blood werewolf but a mixed breed. Before she killed me in the past life I literally saw her eyes pitch black with glowing red pupils. One of the characteristics of hybrid wolves. "Yes. She was a hybrid."

Scarlett walked towards her locker, though it was still in crowded areas despite she had a separate class from everybody else here. Scarlett's mind began to drift away from her surroundings, she kept looking down at her arms where she used to have wounds and scars. 'He was going to suck my blood, and kill me! But...' she murmured in her thoughts. Her mind scattered onto variant strings of replays. To the Vampire she supposedly saw. She couldn't get that horrifying moment out of her head. She remembered every detail of him. Grey spiky hair and those silvery grey eyes. She had to admit, he was actually good-looking, without the evil grin clouding his face. All this time with her love for Vampi

Scarlett. I watched the crowd disperse, and the cold began to seep into my bones. They had left me out here to die. I did not mean to kill anyone. I just wanted to get away. I was tired of everything, and I wanted to get away. I looked around me, teeth chattering, hoping someone would take pity on me, but no one was there. Everyone had left. I was forgotten. Bet they were all waiting until I die and my corpse becomes frozen before they come and help. I wanted to tug at the mate bond, but how they looked at me before they left discouraged me. If they had doubts about Bianca's allegations, this was an apparent offence. I had indeed drugged the reservoir, and it had led to deaths. I was a mass

- Esther asked, relaxing a bit, but as she looked into the strange eyes of this woman, without any pupils, she still felt a little scared. - At first, when you started looking for information about us, especially after contacting 'the_scarlet_truth' user, we had to stop you, so we haunted your house to scare you and discourage from delving further into it.- Saraqael said, as if ignoring her questions.- So it was us the first time, but not the second time. And we didn't install that search engine on your laptop again, we removed it and we hoped it would stay that way. Unfortunately, as it turned out, by succumbing to your curiosity and opening this search engine again, you invited something v

Then she found out that for the week they will be sharing a luxurious rental with her father's boss: Mr Blackwood, one of the most powerful men in the world who has a reputation for being ruthless, deadly, feared by anything and everything that walks and is infamous for not being particularly fond of women- And she concluded that her summer was officially ruined. Scarlett hesitantly makes the trip having convinced herself that her father's boss is probably another ugly, rich, fat, power- crazy man with a collection of tacky vintage suits and she's set on going out of her way to avoid him. That is, until on the first night, she awakens in the middle of the night and finds the muzzle of a gun

Scarlett My room is an archaic wonder, and there’s a doe-eyed maid hovering over me with interest. She stabs a needle into my thumb, and she hums with excitement when blood wells under the skin. “I’m only a few centuries old. Not old enough to have been alive when humans graced these lands. You’re the first I’ve seen.” Her eyes seem to grow bigger and bigger with each word. “You bleed red! I suppose that answers my questions on your monthly cycle too! I can’t believe there are beings who bleed red! How colorful!”

Was everything okay with him? Was he dying? Scarlett knew the only reason he comes after her once the whole household was awake and she was nowhere to be seen was because he wanted to save her from herself. He worried about her like everyone else in the clan, only his own worrying involved getting into her space and picking on her. Now, she did not feel so sleepy anymore. She opened her eyes and let out a bloodcurdling scream. “Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!.” Directly in her face was a pair of arresting baby blue eyes with endless depth of secrets and mischievous promises that had left many hearts broken in its wake, set in a golden face with the most perfect angelic features, a huge contrast to the dark p

My throat is dry feeling the tears inevitably fall copiously and I feel ashamed, not for crying, but for everything I caused to people who were not to blame. Scarlet, a young woman that I came to consider as a daughter and who, because of me, spent her entire childhood and youth away from her parents, family and partner. A woman with a huge and kind heart who would spare no efforts to protect those she loves, and unfortunately, I know that I was one of the people she would give her life if necessary to save. I feel bitter just thinking about his reaction, his disappointment with someone he had faithfully trusted and even asked for help with the pregnancy, but who would now be nothing more th

Scarlet thought. I went to the bathroom and took a bath. After taking a bath, I got dressed, wore my eyeglasses and blow dried my hair. I was looking at herself in front of the mirror as I tied my hair up to a messy bun. I am so lazy to fix this bun, I am always ugly and I can’t even understand why Dimitri thinks I am beautiful. The make up in the bar was so amazing though. It felt like it was not me. Yes, it was not me. It was Scarlet Heart. I am Hearcille Reina, the plain jane.

The sight stole the air right of my lungs, leaving my jaw slack, and hands slightly quivering. My mind spins, as I attempt to make sense of what I am looking. Why in the world does Grayson have a room dedicated primarily to an unknown wolf that looks as if it could tear me apart in seconds? The thought makes me shiver. Tentatively, I wander into the room a little further. Up close, I can see the dead soul in the creature's eyes. Someone had to have been close enough to take a photo of this beast, and I can't imagine anyone that would be brave enough to do so. Unless Grayson is the culprit. I mean, this is his room...