Scorned Woman Novels & Stories

“Let us commence the communion of our race.” The Scarlet Woman was positioned at the northern point of the pentacle, legs spread open to embrace the blank spot. The unseen figure was dumped onto the altar and strapped down on the stone. It was a woman. Her shrieks of fear could do nothing but add to the discordant harmony rolling about the room.

I said and then handed her the baby as well. I turned around to leave but she spoke up. “Matt isn’t the only one that knows me well, I know him just as well as he knows me,” she said, and I looked at her intrigued. The look in her eyes, she seemed like a woman scorned. What was that saying about a women scorned?

Close enough to touch me while I couldn't move or scream or fight back. My blood goes cold. "You aren't the first girl he's hidden here, Rose." I spin around. A woman is standing in the doorway. Mid-thirties. Dark hair. A scar that runs from her left jaw to her collarbone, thin and silver and old. Her eyes are steady and very serious. "The last one didn't make it out."

The woman’s gaze shifted beyond Jennifer, and she frowned upon seeing Scarlett. “You! Where were you? Your father was scolding me because of you. I won’t spare you today,” the woman chastised Scarlett in front of Jennifer. The scene reminded Jennifer of Nicole, who used to scold her in front of others. As the woman reached for Scarlett’s hand, Jennifer intervened, grabbing her wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” Jennifer questioned the woman, her protective instinct in full force. Scarlett sought refuge behind Jennifer, clearly intimidated. A powerful aura radiated from Jennifer, unsettling the woman. She studied Jennifer’s attire, recognizing the elegance of her gown. It dawned on her

He groaned inaudibly. " So... Will you help me?" Thoma stared at Scarlett, a frown on his face. " I'm not doing this for you." He stated before furrowing his brows in thought. " What is it you want me to do?" He asked. Scarlett let out a sigh, smiling for the first time since she stepped foot into that house. " I want you to to create a scandal. One so big, neither of them will be able to get out without my help." She replied.

I had no idea she was even connected to this world outside the Moonbeam Pack. I tried to avoid her, but before I could turn away, she stepped into my path. “Well, well, well.” She sneered. “Look who’s playing dress up.” I clenched my fists at my sides, willing myself to stay calm. “I don’t know you,” I said, my voice steady. “Please excuse me.” Her lip curled into a cruel smile. “Oh, don’t pretend like you don’t remember me, Rowena. The rejected Luna. The murderer.”

her blush crept from her neck up to her cheeks. "All im saying. don't let that woman bully you, women like her know how to sink their claws into a man until he doesn't know what's what." "I know her type." "Believe me, honey, you've never known anything like a woman scorned. They got a way of using their womanly charms, if you're not there, odds are she'll have him so confused that he's started crawling his way back to her." "I will punch her senseless." Rose let out a crackle of laughter that rang through the whole house

Cold as winter steel. Another had curls of inky black and quiet eyes that seemed to see too much. The third—a tall woman with deep brown skin, a jagged scar along her face, and eyes full of storm. And then the weird man that bit her yet unwilling to leave her side. Together, they all looked like something out of an ancient warning - the kind carved into stone and forgotten by time. And then, the dark took her again.

He wanted to ignore what he had just heard, but the sound of the woman moaning disturbed him greatly. Finally, without further ado, Scout Victor approached the place where the silhouettes of the werewolves were. Scout Victor immediately got a glare from all of them when he was in front of them. "Who are you?" asked one of them. Scout Victor didn't answer. His gaze was fixed on the woman who lay curled up in pain. His heart ached at the sight of her looking so disheveled. Scout Victor gritted his teeth, somehow he could never witness a woman being treated like this.

Her eyes were dark as she stared at the woman in front of her. The woman's face was dried and thin, so thin that Nyssa could trace the shape of her skeleton. Her eyes had gone in; she could hardly differentiate it from the woman's socket. The woman looked like she had been there for years. “Who are you? And what are you doing here?” Silence. “I said—” “A harlot” the woman whispered. Nyssa heard it, and her eyes twitched. “You are a…?” She thought she had heard wrong. But the woman didn't make a mistake as she said again,