Novelas y relatos de Scarlot Rot

A few of the younger Alphas in the room chuckle, a sound like dry leaves. "It was a basic chemical neutralization," Juniper says, stepping forward despite Alaric’s warning squeeze on her hand. She tries to channel her inner college professor. "The Rot is an acidic, anaerobic organism. By introducing an alkaline base and oxygenating the soil through a wood-ash slurry, I simply made the environment uninhabitable for the fungus. It’s a standard horticultural practice."

"A crude, outdated algorithm. You think you can infect my mainframe with spiritual superstition, Anomaly?" Scarlett didn't flinch. Her star-silk cloak rippled in a digital wind that didn't exist, and the jade brush in her hand glowed with a warm, amber brilliance that violently clashed against the cold violet of the room. "I don't need to infect your mainframe, old man," Scarlett said, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. The white floor hissed beneath her boots, the digital landscape trying to reject her presence. "I just need to break your logic."

Scarlet commanded, in a very casual tone. "What? You didn't think we would actually want to eat with you guys right? See I had a long day, I don't want to reek of blood tonight so…." They scrambled out before she finished her sentence, what had bothered them the most wasn't death but the torture before it. It is rumored Alicia could use the "Sage of the spirit", an extremely brutal stone-like fruit rarely ever found which could cause unimaginable pain and intense hallucinations when used on a vampire.

"She already belongs with me. He’s just... clouding her judgment." Scarlet tilted her head, watching me with something close to pity. "And if she still chooses him?” My heart twisted painfully, but I brushed the thought away. "She won’t. She just needs to see what he really is.” Scarlet sighed, reaching for an empty-looking small glass bottle. “This is smoke will strip away illusions and let her see clearly. But be warned, you must not inhale it as well.” She placed the small glass bottle in my palm, “truths are not always what we want them to be."

He walked right up to a row of wilting crops, snapping a stalk in half to examine the wet, discolored fibers inside. “The rot isn't coming from the roots,” Nathaniel explained, turning back to the men. “Look at the humidity charts. It’s a fungal blight living entirely inside the stalk tissue. If you keep pouring chemicals into the dirt, you're just killing the soil. We need a targeted sulfur-calcium wash.”

“He's one of us. How could he be sick like this?” "I don't know," Sam said answered, solemnly. Polly hurried over and knelt by Scarlet’s side, taking her limp hand. "What happened to her?" she asked, filled with alarm. As she looked, she saw ever-rising welts growing all over Scarlet's face. There was nothing else it could be. "The Plague," Caitlin pronounced grimly. Sam stood and paced with anger. "Maybe this was a coordinated attack," he said. “Both of them sick at the same time—it's too strange. But why them? And what could make a vampire sick?”

"We found a book about these famous plants. It was hidden under a concrete slab, a sign that no one wanted us to find it. Apparently, it's volume 5, which is not a good sign at all. If the other four are as thick as this one, we have a lot to worry about." "We found the plant you were talking about Alice." Says Melanie. "Scarlet silver is a silver powder that was somehow mixed with scarlet wolfsbane. The seed of this plant was obtained from a delphinium that was watered with a so-called magic potion, meaning that only a witch can do it. But that's not the weirdest thing." "We looked at the symptoms that can be caused by poisoning with these three compounds. None of them cause the breakdown i

Scarlet said. It seemed like Harlow and Scarlet had different thoughts. Because all she did was cast a spell so that Gore and the pack could be immune to lethal substances or any fatal wounds. "Why would you do that? What if you die?" Horatio was saying. Scarlet gave him a smile. "That's what I'm trying to get through your thick skull wolf. As long as the crystal is here, I can't die, neither can Elijah. Which means that you, your sister, or anyone in this village won't be able to die, just the enemy. And once this is planted, it will multiply, looking something like the cave we got it from. The only difference is that it will be underground." Scarlet was raising her voice now.

The room spun, blurring the faces of those around me into a kaleidoscope of colors and shapes. The subtle effects of alcohol kicked in, revealing my delicate tolerance. The once-anonymous room rebelled against my unsteady movements, swaying gently. The comfort I sought was within reach, teasing my consciousness with its enticing dance. Stumbling through the whirling room, I found myself in the center of an ecstatic dance floor. The crowd enveloped me, every step a brief respite from the pain of betrayal. In the rhythmic beat of the music, I found fleeting comfort, a temporary escape from the ache in my chest.