Scarlett Novels & Stories

Scarlett says, "Thank you so much. I'm sorry about the way I reacted last night. I saw the birthmark on my collarbone. That was what you came looking for, right?" I nod, and she bobs her head, too, looking at her feet. She's at a loss for words, but I understand how she must feel I'm a total stranger. I can't also sense her wolf. I think it's gone with her memories. But again, can that be possible? She was in a coma and not inside the bowl of bones. Her wolf should still be in there somewhere. "My name's Scarlett?" She asks, and I nod. "I'm your wife and you are a popstar?"

And that terrifies me. Because this isn’t a spellbook. It’s a ledger. A record. And every page lists something, or someone, connected to the loom. Names, dates, threads. Some are crossed out in gold. Some in blood. My fingers tremble as I trace the most recent entry. Scarlett – chosen vessel. Partial weave. Fire strain. Not yet fixed. The ink is still fresh. I flip pages backward, trying to breathe evenly. Victoria – secondary candidate. Accidental inclusion. Power strain unstable.

I paced around her front door, nearly losing my mind, finding no way to contact Rachel. Shit... I punched the wall closest to me, thinking of finding some comfort from my anxiety but nothing helps, it only hurts me this time physically too. I scanned my knuckle that was now bruised, throbbing badly, but at least it helped distract me even for a bit. 'Rachel,' I sighed her name, playing with the bracelet on my wrist. It was a gift from Rachel, and in many ways, it was just a replica of her personality, sweet and quirky and yet mysterious in some way. And for now, this is the only thing close to me that reminds me of her other than the memories I created with her. I touched the bracelet once m

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.

Her eyes turned completely white. From her woman like voice, it changed into voices of different ages and gender. An old man, a child, and a lady’s voice came out of her mouth when she spoke. “The time has come, that when the moon blankets the sun, the Herald of the embodiment of evil shall be crowned as Queen. A woman with bright purple eyes,” Cassiopeia said. Taylor turned her gaze to Felix, “amethyst eyes,” she said. “The crown will grant her powers beyond her forefathers and shall bring chaos and peril to us all. She shall come to destroy our land and the away the heart of Nuella Sangre.” Stefan and Taylor turned their gaze to Felix once more.

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

Tall, dark red stilettos. She’s wearing a sating dress that clings onto her body perfectly, complemented by the dazzling jewelry around her neck and wrists. Her hair, her smile, her eyes, she looks incredible. I soon realise that she is not the woman I met last night. Something has changed, and her aura has shifted into something dangerous. Tristan’s body is still turned to me, but his eyes are fixed on Bella, with his lips slightly parted in awe. Her scent fills the room. “Miss Ward, please have a seat.”

Recognized as an Angel, he will find out he's much more after losing his form. • Scarlet Minter: The not-so-normal human girl is eighteen years old. She's smart and can literally break your face if you say shit about her or anyone she cares about. The fierce yet loving girl has long black hair with small eyes. She's shorty too, height: 168 cm (5'5 ft), weighing 47 kg (103 lbs). MBTI type: INFJ. Her life's all good with her overprotective brother letting her do everything. The pair of cousins is closer than most of the siblings. She is joined at the butt with Timothy and Sofia, her only friends. Favorite Color: Black. Zodiac: Taurus. Scarlet walks the way she wants to and no one can convince

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.

Cause this isn't what the code d mean. Like they have a lot of language code... example cod red which means danger alert. While The code D mean Death. And by telling queen code d, queen knew scarlet meant that she should make every arrangement to fake her death after she's been imprisoned that way no one will find her again and if this is queen plan then she's ruined everything. As the police got a little distracted with the gun fire, scarlet use the opportunity to elbow the police that was holding her and she ran away quickly. Maybe this is her chance to escape the police.