Sweetest Scarlet Novels & Stories

I was entertainment. I moved between the tables, gathering plates with trembling hands while conversations danced around me. Their whispers followed like hungry wolves. “Look at those arms. Like tree trunks.” “Margaret said she found food hidden in her room again.” “Disgusting. No wonder she can’t shift—what wolf would want that body?” My cheeks burned, but I kept loading the tray. Glass and plate clinked against the tray, and the sound produced covered most of their comments. “Careful with those,” Marcus called from across the room where he was busy entertaining a group of unmated females. “We all remember what happened to Mother’s antique vase.”

My wolf pushed hard against my chest, hungry and impatient, wanting me to walk up there that very second and take what was already mine, mate bond or not. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back." Scarlett's eyes finally found mine across the room. I watched the exact second she realized who had bought her. The color drained from her lips, her body going still, shock turning instantly into cold, burning hatred. Good. Let her hate me. Hate was safer than the truth. Hate would keep her alive. I stepped out of the shadows and walked straight toward the stage, the crowd parting like water before a storm. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, closer than it had been in four long years, ready to tear apart

“I’m in this, Yelena. For you. For Cleo. Forever.” "Cleo is a Seer," she wailed, wrapping arms around her body. Scarlett hugged her while she wept, wetting her shirt with her tears. "She is," she whispered, "But she's not alone. She has you to protect her. And me. I'll never leave her by herself, SCARLETT . Never." SCARLETT pulled back far enough to look at her. Even so, with tears coursing through her cheeks and reddened, swollen eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world to Scarlett.

The ball wasn’t just a celebration; it was a reminder of the role she was expected to play. The dressmaker lifted a gown from the rack—a masterpiece. Deep scarlet silk that shimmered like fire in candlelight, flowing with effortless grace. The bodice was embroidered with gold threads and tiny rubies, tracing delicate flame-like patterns. Sheer sleeves cascaded softly down her arms, ending in fine lace cuffs that brushed her wrists. The skirt billowed in layers of chiffon, catching the light with undertones of crimson and garnet. Draped in it, Serenya felt wrapped in passion and power—bold, mesmerizing, unforgettable.

They were the most beautiful things Scarlet had ever seen, and she was determined to get them for her mommy. Scarlet hurried through the meadow and into the forest, Ruth by her side, following the trail of flowers. As she entered the canopy of trees, it suddenly grew dark; but as Scarlet wandered deeper into the woods, but she was barely aware of this. She was making incredible discoveries, and her basket was soon overflowing as she explored deeper.

*Scarlette Helle*-, the most passionate, courageous, strong, and power person, he had ever come across. At first it was perceived that the beautiful woman named after a shade of red was a human hosting a Supreme being, but no. After the mother of life left Scar’s body there was still this power radiating off her this made the enter group very curious to know what exactly she was and so another adventure of investigations begin.

He twisted the door knob but it was locked. Scarlet continues to scrub her body till it turns red. She hated her skin for it caused seduction to a beast who needed to wrought in hell. She brushed and re-brushed where he ran his lips and kissed her till her skin began to burn. Just before he was going to break the door, Scarlet finally came out with red marks all over her body much to the surprise of Ace.

someone else muttered, lowering her voice, “Scarlet planted it. Hurt her, set her up. That girl’s dangerous.” A snort answered that. . “Dangerous, yeah but not stupid. Why would Scarlet use charms when she can beat grown wolves into the fucking floor with her bare hands?”

Scarlet POV “Scarlet is back!” I heard Courtney yell from inside our cabin. I laughed to myself as I walked inside of our little but cozy cabin. The three trouble makers are what we used to call ourselves but as we matured, we dropped that and just became more like sisters. My name is Scarlet. I stand at 5 '7”, deep greenish/blue eyes, deep brown hair that is waist length with a slim but toned build. My brother is the Alpha to the Red Creek Pack but due to our childhood, I would rather not live in a pack. Instead, I have built a life for myself with two great friends. He fully supports me and we still run our co-owned jewellery business.

“The man you’re chasing … is gone. Has been for some time. I told you to come alone so I could save you the agony of searching.” “You lied.” “Of course I did,” he said, baring his teeth. “It was the only way to get you to come.” “Why?” “I needed you to come alone so I can kill you. You’re too dangerous to leave alive.” *** Scarlet moved fast. Every mile north felt like cutting through a dead god's grave. She reached the edge of the vale. Her palms shivered as she pressed them into the earth. “Show me.” The ground pulsed. A vision bloomed-Ophelia in the ruins, Lucien circling her like a vulture.