Arcane Scar X Reader Novels & Stories

“I like weird.” “Well, you’re in luck.” Our eyes meet and my heart flutters. This is the most real I’ve seen Wes, and this is the most real he’s seen me. Because right now, I’m not Scarlet, the con-artist, scourge of the South Side. I’m just Scarlet, the quirky blonde who reads smutty vampire and werewolf romance novels in her spare time and gets way too wrapped up in scary TV shows. Wes’s fingertips brush against my shoulder, and I shiver. I tip my head towards his, lips parting. He moves his head down toward mine.

18 + VERY, VERY, VERY STRONG KINKY, DIRTY, FREAKY, NASTY FUCK SCENE AHEAD. CHAPTERS 46 AND 47 WILL BE HELLFIRE HOT. SO FOR ALL YOU HALO WEARING LASSES AND LADS, PLEASE SKIP THOSE TWO CHAPTERS. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN MOTHERFUCKING WARNED.

(From the author's POV) [I made a mistake dear readers. Lucas' sister is Claire not Chloe but from a certain chapter, I started using the name Chloe for her. This is just to let you all readers know that henceforth, I'll be using Chloe till the end of the book, kindly pardon my mistake] Lucas bit his lower lip, staring hungrily at scarlet's naked body. He slowly bent down, parting her thighs. “Ohh Lucas”, Scarlet moaned, grabbing his hair as he buried his face in between her thighs.

Alruin His scream got my attention for a split second and the energy zapping through every part of my veins slipped for a split second. I could think again, I could see with my own eyes rather than the red light that had blurred everything. There was the scent of blood all over me, and my arms were covered in it. How many people had been consumed by my rage? Why was Marla still standing with a shocked look in her eyes as I calmed the violent wind around us. She squinted at me in confusion and shook her head, as if she had just woken up from a coma.

One of them grins, his voice sleazy and dripping with entitlement. Another laughs. “Damn, look at that ass. She’s full.” “I can’t wait to get my hands on her—” I feel my blood turn cold, my fists clenching. These bastards have no shame. “Scar, just ignore them,” Lilly says, her voice strained, trying to keep the peace. She places her hand on mine, but I can’t let it go. I won’t. “Hey, sweet cheeks. Don’t ignore us. You’ll have a good time, I swear. Come on—”

Roman When we got inside, I saw Darius the crown prince of theLycan clan, Alice his sister and Ava his mate. We had all gone to several gatherings together and were familiar with each other. Alice clung to me like a second skin. She and I had a thing once too many times and sometimes we still fuck whenever we found it convenient but right now I was not in the mood. Was it because I wasn't in the mood or was it because I had attached myself to a woman who made my wolf whimper with a strange feeling, I couldn't tell.

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

“Cass, if you had been my goddess‑given mate, I wouldn’t have thought twice. I would have loved the fuck out of you because you were meant for me. You would have been meant to be mine.” I smile, liking that answer. “We’re not mates, but why does it feel like we are?” “Because this is real, Cass. Because we are kindreds. Because we see into each other’s souls. Because we’ve both been scarred and broken, yet now we’re learning to love again. Because we choose each other.” He traces the scars on my shoulder. “Two scarred Alphas learning to love.” “So…this is love, then?” I whisper. He looks directly into my eyes. “You can deny it all you want, but this is love.” Then his gaze drops, suddenly af

The Queen nodded in satisfaction and stepped aside, revealing a Prince who never ceases to take my breath away. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stand erect with my chin raised proudly, then I looked into his honeysuckle eyes, and swallowed. “I, River Scarrow, reject you, Densmore Rutherford, as my mate.” Immediately I stated that I felt a different type of heat. One that felt destructive and surgical. “Do you accept?” I muttered. The entire hall went silent again as all eyes turned to Densmore. His deep sunken eyes seemed to hold conflict as his lips pressed together. I held my breath, a sliver of me wishing he’d say no but then he nodded his approval.