Anakin Scar Novels & Stories

No pack colors, no title , no greeting. He stood tall 6’7, with broad shoulders and long legs that made the room seem smaller. Dressed in complete black. Hair the color of ink pulled into a tight man bun, and a jagged scar carved diagonally across his sharp, sun-kissed face. His eyes were darker than midnight familiar and ancient all at once. The air changed, not from power but from presence. Alana’s breath hitched as her tear-stained face lifted to see which sim of a bitch was going to claim her this time.

'Sometimes I really think that what can be the worst possibility left, when everyone says that it is still good that I only get a scar. Little did they know, that I just didn't get any scar on my face, but the scar was printed on my heart too! And it was there to remind me how weak I am, along with being unlucky and the other synonyms of jinx I can be, who is not perfect for her own self. Then how would she be any good for the whole pack by becoming the mate of the Alpha of the pack, and fit for carrying out the responsibility of being the Luna for the pack…?

Annabel said for the first ten days and when the news got to the ears of Alpha Akin, he was mightily pissed. "Then she shall starve!" He decreed, and the Alpha female shifted happily in her seat. Despite the fact that everything had been reset by the Moon goddess, the hatred for Scarlett and her pack and Annabel's being held in the dungeon had not been touched by her. Luke stays unbothered, chilling in their suite, until Annabel is finally declared free by Alpha Akin and goes back to their suite. When she opens the door, Luke struggles to recognize who she is.

Of course, when father isn’t around. “Does my mother have scars on her face too, father?” I can’t help myself but ask that question. Aside from not being able to shift, the scars on my face made me pity myself more, and reasons why they bully me, without Alpha Magnus knowing, or else they’ll face the consequences that they won’t be able to regret anymore, because they are already dead. As long as I can endure it, I will keep my mouth shut. “Your mom, Cassandra, doesn’t have any flaws. She’s the most beautiful, caring, brilliant, and brave Luna in the pack, before.”

"You may have prepared, but have you ever actually done it yourself?" Scarlett raised her chin defiantly. "I may be young, but I'm not inexperienced. I learned some stuff while I was in Europe." Without warning, Romero's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Scarlett's right hand, pulling her towards him until their lips were almost touching. Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place.

After a while, she asked, "Are we far from the Aesthetic Clinic?" "About twenty minutes away," Rick said. "Go there." "Yes." Anne pulled her mask down. The sky was gloomy from the rain so her reflection on the glass window was not as clear; still, she caught sight of the distinct scar on her cheek. The stitches had already been removed, but the scar remained bruising red in the most terrifying manner. 'I'm all broken inside anyway,' she thought, 'how could I look fine on the outside?' She had not obsessed over the removal of her scar as she felt that perhaps the scar could repel Anthony in some way. However, she was reaching out to the Aesthetic Clinic because she did not want to scare other

Zara burst into tears and covers her face. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s horrible. It hurts so much. Please. I need to be alone.” Ariadne tries to calm her but Zara continues to cry and seeing how traumatized and wrecked she was, everyone left her alone. Ari turn back to look at her to make sure that she was alright but she knew the scar inhabiting her physical and mental form would takes time to heal. At least if she wants some time to be alone, then why not.

My stomach and thighs are covered in bruises where he nipped me, marking me as his. “Iniko!” I growl, racing to the bathroom. Every place on my body from my neck down is covered in bruises. “Iniko! How am I supposed to go to class looking like this?” I growl at him. “You’ll go like you always do, Brooke. Now, you’ll just be carrying my mark so everyone here knows that they will have to answer to me if they even think about trying to take you from me.” I turn and look at myself in the mirror again. I’m not sure which is worse. Ignoring Iniko, or Massively Possessive Iniko. I really need to get stronger so I can claim him and we can get past all of this.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

The scarred guy’s claps rang through the study, slow and nasty, each one hitting the walls like a slap in the face. Sienna’s arm burned where the knife had cut her, blood trickling down to the floor, but she barely noticed. Her eyes were stuck on him—tall, lean, that ugly scar twisting under his eye like a claw mark. His grin was sharp, wrong, holding her still even as Roman’s hand tightened on her shoulder, too damn tight.