Scarlett Nocturne Novels & Stories

It appeared as though she had been bitten. Instantly, Scarlett felt dizzy. Now, all she could see were flashes. She almost hit the ground, but she grabbed hold of something. She turned to look at the bracelet she was wearing and then abruptly walked over to her closet. Scarlett reached into her jewellery box and pulled out a jade bracelet with a huge black wolf carved into it. She touched it and felt it with her fingers. "I don't recall purchasing this," Then it struck her again. This time, she could hear the words. Words from a man describing his admiration for her. Flashes began to appear once more, and this time she could make out a silhouette of a figure—but it wasn't Tucker.

All she could emphasize was that she saw the man Dankein in her dream dressed as someone else trying to approach her calling her weird names; she barely recollected now. The necklace started shining again driving her attention towards the central crystal which looked like an oval piece of some obsidian or ruby; she wasn’t certain of. The alluring shine kept on dragging her towards itself and before she could realize it, her fingers were already brushing over it. Then urge to put it across her slender neck became a challenge that Scarlet so desperately wanted to win. Approaching the mirror, Scarlet discarded her long loose, pale red checkered boyfriend shirt that she had put on after a shower

Scarlett couldn't sleep. All through the night, she tossed and turned restlessly, plagued with images of Tabitha's dead body. One time when she managed to doze off, a bad dream terrified her. She saw herself standing before Mirah's dangling body, while Tabitha and Gretchen lay underneath her, their bodies slowly decaying. Then a mysterious figure appeared out of the darkness and pointed a finger at her, followed by an eerie whisper that said, "You are next..."

Her beautiful face, usually serene, now held a tight expression, a glint of coldness flickering in her eyes. The originally gentle melody, tainted by her restless emotions, suddenly turned somber and urgent. Midway through the performance, a piercing scream abruptly interrupted her. Charlotte halted her fingers, rose from the piano, and exited the room. "What's going on again?" she asked irritably. A nearby servant whispered, "Miss, for some reason, Miss Scarlett had another nightmare..." Ever since Scarlett's descent into madness, occasional night terrors haunted her, echoing cries of "murder" throughout the house. It seemed the gruesome scenes from before had left a profound psychological

Aria’s Pov The moon was silver and full that night, and my life was broken. Tonight was supposed to be the night I became Luna; my mate, Kael Draven, Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was meant to brand me as his. Every girl dreams of this one moment. That one promise I had clung to for years as an omega, despite being ignored, doubted, and discarded, should have changed everything tonight. It did, but not in the "tomorrow" that was hoped for.

I decided to text Caleb before I headed out. Scarlett: Hey, baby boy, I will not have time to call you before my shift, but I will call you on my break, well, if you will still be awake anyway. I get my first break about 1230am X Caleb: Hey, beautiful, that is alright. And yes, I will still be awake. I hope your shift goes well. I look forward to talking to you X Scarlett: Talk to you later, looking forward to it 😘 X

“Scarlet isn’t bad. She’s only lost in the negative energy she surrounded herself in for years.” “What makes you say that?” I asked, facing Derby. That’s when she shared, holding my hand tight, “She speaks to the portrait of her late father and the late Luna Violet in her living room, asking them for solutions. I saw her telling the Luna’s image how she took a step in curing me despite her hatred for Werewolves. She… she looked innocent.” I was surprised to hear this. “She’s lost, Trent. And if Evolet could tell how close she was to the late Luna, then I’m sure she can find a way to get her out of the darkness she’s dwelling in,” Derby said with confidence, burying herself on my chest.

With that thought, she left the living room with a big smile on her face. Later that evening, the still and peaceful night was once again filled with gun fires. — 7 in the evening. A girl in a silk robe was standing inside a big room. The room was barely illuminated by the peeking light of the moon and the dim lighting of the bedside lamps. A king-size bed was stationed in the center of the room, a walk-in closet, and a bedside table. The girl walked towards the bedside table, carrying a bottle of expensive red wine in her hands. As she walked slowly, the moon's light touched her smiling face.

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

SCAR'S POV. Red. Then it's black. Who am I? Who am I? What am I? Kill. Kill her. No....stop it stop talking to me. Moonlight? Where are you? It's like loosing control. The darkness slowly evolving. No... stop. Stop it. Who are you Scarlet...? Control. Everything. Control. Scarlet is Scarlet. (Authors mid-note: it's kinda confusing I know. Bit that's the whole deal. To be confused ;) )