Scarlot Rot Novels & Stories

"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'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?”

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.

Marcellus laughed at her, and Scarlett couldn't hold her laughter back, either. "It's not funny," Voty said. "I... achoo!" "Are you allergic to something?" Marcellus said. "Scarlett had an incident with a plant when we were in the forest..." "There's no need to remember the Amaranthing," she interceded. "Amaranthine," Marcellus corrected her. "Not that I know of... I think it's the smoke," Voty said, rubbing her nose. "Smoke?" Scarlett said.