Scarlett Nocturne Novels & Stories

I accepted the call, adjusting the screen so the dim lighting wouldn't reveal too much of my current state. "Hey, Scar," I greeted, forcing a lightness I didn't feel into my voice. "How are you feeling?" Scarlett's face appeared, still flushed with fever but looking marginally better than when I'd left her earlier. "Like I've been hit by a bus, then backed over for good measure," she replied with her characteristic bluntness. "But Morton's playing Florence Nightingale, so I can't complain too much." "You should be resting," I scolded gently. "Why are you calling so late?"

The Queen nodded in satisfaction and stepped aside, revealing a Prince who never ceases to take my breath away. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stand erect with my chin raised proudly, then I looked into his honeysuckle eyes, and swallowed. “I, River Scarrow, reject you, Densmore Rutherford, as my mate.” Immediately I stated that I felt a different type of heat. One that felt destructive and surgical. “Do you accept?” I muttered. The entire hall went silent again as all eyes turned to Densmore. His deep sunken eyes seemed to hold conflict as his lips pressed together. I held my breath, a sliver of me wishing he’d say no but then he nodded his approval.

It also scarred my life. There was one woman who captured my eye in the crowd, a woman that was so familiar. She looked at me with pity. I smiled at her. Tears fell from her face. “Don’t….cry……Psyche..” I spoke as I closed my eyes. Letting darkness consume me. I feel less sad knowing that I saw a familiar and lovely face before I died.

River snakes an arm around her shoulders and bumps her playfully with his hip. “You would blend in better if you didn’t look like a rainbow exploded,” he grins, “what’s with you and tie-dye anyway?” I can see my mate fighting a smile and losing the battle, “Shut it. It’s a phase I’m going through. What’s with you and having hair like a mermaid anyway?” He laughs, “Touché. Luna Tawny, this brat here is Sloane. And that tall, gentlemen is Alpha Orion.”

“What exactly do you want, Riordan? I don’t believe you’ve come here only to irritate me.” A retort rests on the tip of my tongue, but I discard it when she starts to walk away. “Use me.” Scarlett halts, her shoulders tensing as she turns to look at me. “What?” I close the distance between us and she stills when I raise a hand to her heart, letting my palm rest over my mark on her. “I get awoken at night by your anger. Your pain. Your fear.” Something in me cracks as I gaze down at her. So small. So fragile. It doesn’t matter that in a few years, her blood will stop bleeding red, turning into a mix of ichor and black. She wasn’t born like us. She’ll always have her fragile human heart. She’l

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Like we’re walking through fog made of memory and trepidation. I reach for the pendant again as we reach the door. And then I hear her voice. It’s not raised, or frightened. Just… different. Hers, but not quite. Lower and steadier that I’m used to it being, and far too calm. Soren opens the door. Scarlett stands in the center of the room, back straight, eyes glowing faintly gold. Her hands hover inches above the floorboards, not touching, but pulling something from the wood. Smoke, maybe, or vapor. It curls around her fingers like a living thing.

He agreed. ******************************************************** After scarlet has successfully deleted all the files, she went to the living room turned on Dennis,: MEdia player, Ed Sherman was playing, tho scarlet don't like this song, She sang along dancing like it was her last day on earth. "Fuck I miss music!!!" She screamed already immersed in the song. The door burst open without scarlet knowing until the music suddenly went off. She turned to see an Angry Lady cladded in a purple gown with extreme makeup, Sonia.

Scarlett flanked me, her posture perfect, chin tilted by a fraction of an inch as she looked down over the jostling crowd. Her gown radiated like hot coals—deep red velvet quilted with gold thread, the spiked neckline jutting and queenlike. Her black hair spilled loose in rippling waves down the back of her dress, catching each flash of the ritual torches. She was… perfection. A steel Luna of ambition. She didn't smile. She didn't need to. This wasn't from happiness. This was from power. And the wolves in the room lapped it up.

Scarlet nodded, the hands melted away, and she stood back as October and Harlow took their revenge. Scarlet smiled down at Coraline when they were done. "Honestly. Selina, Mariah, Rose, Coraline, or whatever you call yourself. I don't know how you did it. Pretending to be so many people, but killing you will feel so fucking good. Especially after how you betrayed all of us, who truly cared for you." Scarlet laughed, her true side showing. Her purple eyes burned away as purple flames took their place. Her hair was now completely on fire and a scythe appeared in her hand.