Scarlett Savage Novels & Stories

I screamed. But my words fell on deaf ears. The screams he didn't even try to halt. The screams of my pain and misery. The screams of my innocence being ripped apart. The screams of battling a monster. But I was a frail girl, and he was a devil incarnate, a savage brute who mangled my honour and shattered every ounce of my dignity. I bled on that damn table. I bled on the tattered remains of my gown. I bled inside and out.

My hands shake as I stare at what used to be my back, its now a ruined mess of angry red ridges and thick, ropey scars crisscrossing like a roadmap to hell. ‘I’m sorry, Z. Because it happened before I arrived, there’s only so much I could do. The silver and wolfsbane made it worse,’ Zanthe’s voice is quiet in my mind, filled with a sadness that mirrors my own. She feels guilty, but this isn’t her fault.

Even my teacher, Mary Doyle, once phoned her in front of me. My mom laughed smugly and said, "Ms. Doyle, Sienna's father and I are divorced now. I'm not her mother anymore! From now on, whether she has a heart attack or gets into trouble, please don't call me anymore. By the way, my daughter is Laura. She's so much better than that ungrateful Sienna..." She thought those words would make me sad. However, I simply grabbed Mary's phone and said coldly, "Ms. Greene, Laura broke the smartwatch Ms. Brooks bought me. It's worth 3000 dollars. Please pay me back immediately!"

Scarlett. I bet he has a hundred concubines chasing after him ,each more beautiful than the last. And there I was … sitting in despair, not knowing what I'll be of . This was not the first time, nor will it be the last I'll see panties in his suitcase. Each time my eyes beheld them, it feels as though my heart will crumble into pieces. I'd always feel this cold thing run through my spine. Who was that? I jolted out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

Within seconds her undergarments followed the pile of her clothes. Ava blinked at him stunned but shuddered when his warm hand caressed her cold thighs. His thumb lingered over the scar on her thigh. Leaning down he pressed his lips on the scar, and she watched him with hooded eyes. Ava was uncertain to show him the scar when he wanted to change her bandages all those days back. She was kind of insecure, but Aiden didn't only change the gauze, but he also admired her scar and said it made her even more beautiful to his eyes and it was the medal of her bravery for saving his people who would forever be indebted to her.

His hands were covered in the deep rich red color of the victims' piles around the diner, while his feet swayed from the slow beat of the jukebox playing nearby. Scarlett was shaken, she had never seen so many bodies plied at one site in her life. The smell of their blood was so strong on her nostrils, not in hunger but disgust. To have so many bodies swimming in their own blood paint a very haunting picture. "No...I...I need to go. I n-need to go back..." she whispered to herself, with her voice cracking. Shaking her head to refuse her fate, if being with her Alpha to mercilessly kill humans and having to strain away from her sanity was her new norm, then she can't accept it. She slowly too

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"Let her be miserable. She tried to destroy our lives and she failed. I hope every day in there is worse than the last." Last week Scarlet had received a letter that actually made her pause instead of immediately discarding it—a handwritten note from Savannah postmarked from a city three hours away where she'd apparently relocated after completing rehab.