Scarlett Origin Name Novels & Stories

I pause but continue anyway, pulling down the scrunchy holding my ponytail, letting it fall to my waist "But I'd love it if I was call Raven, you know my grandma said my parents always wanted to call me Raven because of how long and black my hair looked, and they said it matched my attitude a bit, but then they died before they even get to give me a sweeter name. So I just got Scarlett" I explain, with more than one sigh. "But scarlett's a pretty name too." The Liam guy smiles. "Yeah, sure" I say, not sounding thrilled.

She looked absolutely irresistible and I could not help but wonder if any guy had yet had the audacity to not fall for this woman's charm when she seduced. Did she even go out like the other girls? She was probably just like… the richer version of Yuri, I thought to myself. Isis finally walked away, towards the room and I now stood awkwardly in front of Scar. She gave me a weird look before starting, "Hello, my name is Scar, short for Scarlet. I assume you are the new girl; Mae Rivera?" She questioned. "In the flesh. Nice to meet you too." I shot back and she stared at me weird, then gestured at me to follow her as she walked forward.

Real. For the first time since walking in, I spoke. My voice was low, guiding. “Scarlett, this is Gavin Carradine. Elodie’s brother.” Her head snapped toward me, eyes wide, disbelief flickering across her face. She looked between us, searching for a catch. I kept my expression steady, letting her see that I wasn’t hiding anything. “I—” Scarlett’s voice cracked, then steadied with effort. “My mother… her name was Elodie.”

Asher asked and my brows furrowed as I thought about his question. Why hadn't I thrown the rogue out of my pack already? "Because Nora would raise hell if I did, she says she sees something different about this rogue," I explained. "Scarlett," Asher muttered. "What?" I stared at him in confusion. "Her name is Scarlett, you don't have to refer to her as a rogue." He clarified and I stared at him for a moment, wondering whether I was the only one who actually remembered what rogues had done to our pack in the past.

She says, wasting no time sitting in the chair opposite me. I couldn't deny I found the Reaper's true name to be intriguing. He's a Maddox? I knew Maddox was a very popular name, but still. The connection was uncanny. Though I knew he couldn't be related to the Maddox's, I knew, as Scarlett was killed before she had a chance to have kids, and Blade never seemed interested in them. But not only that, but this Hunter Maddox was from Colombia. I didn't know anyone from there. So there wasn't any possible way they could be connected. Rather it was just a random coincidence.

He questions, making his way toward me. "I have hands Orlan. And God has blessed me with two good hands. I don't think I'll ask for more." I declare while teasing him. I'm aware of what he means by requesting if I need a hand, but I decided that teasing him a little bit would be very nice. "Scarlett!" He called out my name. "Yeah, I'm aware that it means 'Red' and that Scarlett symbolizes courage, passion, force, joy, and heat." I declare while giving him the full explanation of my name.

My mother had already blessed him with a daughter 10 years prior to this birth, my sister Scarlett. Scarlett had the beauty that my mother possessed. Bright red hair, green eyes brighter than the most polished emerald. She was already tall for a ten year old, and showed a great intelligence in school, as well as on the training field. She was both beautiful and intelligent which are both traits revered in the werewolf community.

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.

She slowly reached for her mask with her right hand. “I am what people call the Witch of Hell, the Harbinger of Darkness but people know me by a more famous name.” The woman took off her mask and unveiled her face that was hidden. “My name is Roosevelt Scarlett, the Scarlett Witch. And your great ancestor.” The woman said once she took her mask off.

Well, if only she knew what Sally would say next will stab her skin so painfully. “Scarlet is an orphan, she is poor and a nobody whom my parent took under their roof. They loved her like a daughter but Scarlet chooses to be ungrateful by trying to stab me one day because I caught her stealing one of my jewelry.” Sally was humiliating her and by now, some of the people were gathering around to watch the young lady. Scarlet face twisted into a pale one as she freely let the tears fall down her eyes, she sniffed sharply as she tries to stop herself from whimpering but the tears disagrees to be in accord with her.