Novel & Cerita Arcane Scar X Reader

Chapter 1 Scarlett POV I practiced swinging my staff with a few quick movements, relishing the sensation of manipulating metals as a means to concentrate without distractions. As I took in the metals surrounding me, my Aura pulsed strongly within my chest. With a quick motion, I hurled the metals into the swimming pool of the abandoned warehouse that served as my refuge.

She couldn’t help it: as she read the lines, she found herself looking back at Sage, reading them to him. “That’s not the line you’re supposed to read!” Spencer corrected loudly. “You’re reading the wrong line!” Scarlet looked over at him, her face turning red. What a pest. He was beyond annoying, and ruining her moment. “My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss,” Sage read. Again, as he read it, he stared right at Scarlet. This time, Maria looked up, and saw. She realized that Sage was not looking at her, but at Scarlet. And as she did, her face turned red with anger.

Lana Before I could respond, the woman I saw earlier with Alaric walked in and scanned me from head to toe. Her brown eyes switched to red. From my experience, only blessed wolves could do that. “She’s hiding something,” she said with absolute certainty as she stepped closer. “I can sense it.” “So this was a setup? You didn’t need your little blessed wolf trick to scan me” I said, turning to Luca. I would have told you.” “True, " she confirmed with a gentle smile as her eyes faded back to brown. “I’m Arya, Alpha Luca’s gamma and third in command.” Without warning, she pulled me into a hug, which made me widen my eyes. It was….not what I was expecting.

I asked, grasping at anything that might offer us an advantage. Lucian turned to face me, his expression filled with a pain so raw it took my breath away. “We’ll never have magic, Scarlett,” he said, his voice cracking as tears streamed down his face. “That’s what the seer told us. She said… because you’re wolfless, even if we bond, we won’t gain anything from it.”

Or at least I tried to fight those bastards, those people who don't have human feelings. Before I could reach the exit, a powerful arm wrapped around my waist, dragging me back. I screamed, kicking and thrashing, my nails digging into flesh. "Let me go!" "You belong to me now." The voice was deep and scary. Not Vincent. The buyer. Kieran Lancaster. I fought fiercely. "I am not yours! I am not an object!" "Then behave like it," he said, tightening his grip. "And I may allow you to live." Before I could reply, he carried me on his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

"You know what, I don't know how and why you are still alive even after having this big scar on your face. Because trust me, any other girl would have died out of shame because of this disgusting scar." "Hey! Now you are crossing your boundaries-" It was like a fire had lit up in her eyes as she touched my scar and then spat out the words as if I had actually committed a grave sin against her. "I am crossing the boundaries, and not you!? You- who had literally gone to Alpha Paul's house to seduce him after finding your chance yesterday!” Actually, you know what, it is not your fault completely. It's the fault of the blood that is running inside your veins, and your lowly upbringing: you were

Scar shrugged as if my plea amused him. “It’s not my habit to be merciful." He turned toward the door and walked out without looking back. Scar is a gangster, but Alexander is the Mafia King of Italy, Ireland, and Spain. The man had hands and connections all around the world. Scar stood no chance but he wouldn't listen. So I spat out the blood and prayed all this was over before it was time to pick the kids up. TBC Here's a sneak peek at my new book, currently ongoing in Good novel

she whispered softly, her eyes reflecting the glow of the night, "the night is still long." Her gaze fell to a faint pink scar on Alaric's waist, one of many scattered across his body. Among them, the scar on his chest stood out prominently, catching her attention every time. Something about that scar tugged at her, stirring an unexplainable sense of familiarity. She couldn’t pinpoint why, but it felt as if she had been there when the scar was made—as though she had witnessed its story unfold, even though she couldn’t recall ever meeting Alaric before.

I pulled the ledger toward me, the parchment tingling under my fingertips as the words seemingly played themselves in my head. My sorceress counterpart stirred in my soul with delight like she had chanced upon a feast of something I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted to swallow. “What an interesting little book,” She purred. I continued flipping until a page caught my eye. It was the drawing of my necklace, the one handed to me by Ethan on behalf of my birth mom. My head churned as I read about it unconsciously tapping the necklace itself as it rested innocently on my chest. The information pulled a wicked thought in my head and my sorceress counterpart purred again.

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