Scarlett Savage Novels & Stories

"To choose the path that will ensure your happiness. I might be one of the primordial goddesses but my powers do not exceed that of the old one. I am assured that if you are ever going to be happy in this world, you have to seize it. Your blood might be puddled with Nightshade but you are still a De'crescent and I owe you a good life. I promised Olav." I knew of Olav. The first mortal werewolves descended from. The old books were of the opinion that he was the first lover of Selene when the world was still a very small place. Olav's brothers envied the passion shared between their brother and the primordial deity and so they took matters into their own hands. Hurling away the blood relations

Meadow It feels so good to be with Maeve again. Our life has been a rocky road, but my sister did everything in her power to keep us together after our parents were murdered. She became a surrogate parent for Tate and I, keeping us safe, even when her own life was at risk. So, having her here, feels like I have my mother here with me. “Tell me about your handsome vampire,” she says as we work together to make large strands of witchy lights to the delight of the sprites that are chattering excitedly all around us.

As I pulled into ThornTech’s parking lot, my phone buzzed. Ryan. I answered immediately. "Hey." "Are you sure about this?" he asked, concern in every word. "Being around them again—Seraphina? Lysander? Those two practically broke you." I smiled as I stepped out of the car. The heels felt right under me. "Ryan," I said, "I’m not Katherine anymore. I’m Scarlet Wilde. Have you forgotten?" He chuckled, a warm, familiar sound. "You sound dangerous." "I am."

Viggo replied, referring to Scarlett's usual laptop. Scarlett immediately turned around and looked at Viggo. "Sir! I am a writer. It's clear that I need that device to write my stories." "Stories about werewolves?" Viggo responded. "Of course! I am a famous writer, you know. All my works are always sold out because of the many readers who love my stories. You would be surprised to see how famous I am among my readers," Scarlett boasted. But Viggo didn't care much about Scarlett's vanity. "I'm not interested," Viggo said, then went back to playing with his phone.

Scarlett normally wouldn't have readily revealed her emotions, but that time, she genuinely couldn't keep a lid on it! The mere idea that someone could do such a despicable thing to a woman as sweet as Madam left Scarlett completely unable to restrain her emotions. Those unlucky few who found themselves in Scarlett's clutches had met their doom! She had unleashed all the skills she had acquired in the training camp to torture them mercilessly, reducing them to the brink of death before casting them into the sea to face their fate. Ambrose's long, slender eyes narrowed dangerously, and the savage emotions in his gaze were impossible to conceal.

But she struggled, her mind echoing with Cassius’s haunting voice. “They sold you to me without even collecting a dime. They just wanted you gone, gone for good. You were like a needle poking through their skin. And you know how much that hurts.” Scarlet squeezed her pen tightly, still tormented by the memory. “Cassius… give me names. Who were they?” “Why don’t you come back later, once this has sunk in?” “I’m not playing. I need names.” “Okay... There’s Evelyn Blackwood, the architect of your nemesis.”

Liora folded her arms, beaming like she already won the war. “You see, Scar-rat,” she sneered, “some people are born superior. Some people are born trash.” Mira softly asked Scarlet with watery eyes, “Why, Scarlet? You were rushing that you didn’t even have the time to write your name?” Her voice trembled like she already knew the answer would shatter her. Scarlet only laughed, a dark, humorless sound that didn’t match the panic brewing behind her eyes. “Of course I wrote my fucking name, Mira. I’m not that careless.” Her jaw clenched, her wolf snarling beneath her skin, irritated, pacing.

“I am the most miserable character of my story.” “Anyway, you wanted to talk about something important? Speak up, I need to go back to Kiara.” Mishka said, glancing at her wristwatch. “You know why I gave you the name Scarlett?” Warren asked from the other side. “Because you had this absurd fear that my Indian identity might affect the sale of the book and apparently I really liked the name, Scarlett. It’s so beautiful.” “Scarlet is the name of my deceased sister,” Warren revealed and took a long pause. “She caught her boyfriend cheating on her when she went to his apartment to break her pregnancy news.” He said. “The same day she died in a car crash when she was rushing to meet me.”

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

From the roof of the ancient , Scarlet Paine could hear Sage’s agonized screams. They echoed through the cold November night, each one feeling like a knife slicing into her heart. She could not bear the thought of it, of Sage being tortured to death by his own kind because he loved her, because he would not kill her in order to live two thousand more years. Scarlet had never dreamed she would be loved so fiercely by someone, so fiercely that they would actually die for her. And yet here she was, about to do the same for him.