Arcane Scar X Reader Novels & Stories

Mabel was nervously watching him. “Maeve Blaithnaid Abelanco, will you share the rest of your life with me, a scarred soul and be my wife? I know this isn’t the romantic venue I planned when I asked for your mom and brother’s permission but nearly losing you made me realize, it doesn’t matter. Please say yes, my goddess.”

never could I repay such kindness though I do thank you till my last breath for holding my hand as I ache it makes me think of our history like the time we first met my goal is to give you that gift again that sense of endless possibilities once I get back to 100% I promise that's where we'll be Don't give up on Kai, Xara. He needs you now more than ever. It might seem as if he doesn't care about you. But deep down he cares, deep down he's falling for you and he's scared. Fight for your marriage Xara, I know you can and you will. Yours faithfully, Your biggest fan, Anon. Xara reread the message wondering who it could be from. Because it was addressed as an anonymous fan. Who are you? She sil

Then the scent of arousal wafts from him. I can’t help but lift my nose as I inhale the thick scent. And fight to hold in a groan. A small one escapes my lips, and Xander’s pupils darken further. And my cock twitches, I feel the blood surging south, I couldn’t stop it if I tried right now, not with Xander looking at me like that, smelling so good.

He exhaled slowly, his eyes dragging over my face like he was memorizing me. There was something intense in us. A pull I didn’t understand… or didn’t want to admit. “And since you're going back to Veloria, I wouldn't want Saela to be an obstacle to you, so I would be sharing some evidence of Saela—or is it Anne? Damn! It feels so weird to call her Saela.” I chuckled and he pushed a strand of my hair to the back of my ear. “Whatever her name is, I'll share some evidence of her with you concerning her committing fraud and the likes, in case you ever need to fight her.”

The one where I admitted quietly, that I’m scared he won’t return to me. I close my eyes. “Just a little longer,” I whisper. “Come back to me, Lucian.” Hours later, exhaustion finally wins. I drag myself to bed, fall onto the mattress, and sleep hits instantly. My eyes open in a dream. But this dream… this one is different. Silver eyes, wild black hair whipping around her face, and a single scar cutting across her cheek like a mark. She steps toward me. And I realize she’s not attacking. She’s showing me something. My hand burns hot for a moment. I look down, there’s a scar glowing on her palm. And the same shape glows on mine.

Her lips were shaking, but her first words were surprisingly steady. "But the rejection..." Linessa laughed bitterly. "It was supposed to kill me, but thankfully the goddess had other plans." His gaze changed, it softened a little. "well I’m… I'm glad..." He scratched his blonde hair, hands falling to his side just as Clive let go of hers. "I got here late and after hearing the other alphas talking about the gifted looking for an alpha with a scar, I decided to try my luck." He turned his head, showing a long, deep cut across his neck. It wasn't healed yet, but when it did, it would leave a...scar.

He just stared at the grey ribbon of asphalt as if it were the only thing keeping him from vibrating out of his own skin. ​Scarlett sat in the passenger seat, the encrypted drive—the one Arthur had handed over like a poisoned chalice—clutched in her hand. Her thumb traced the edge of the metal casing. It was cold. It felt like a piece of lead. ​"You okay?" she asked softly. ​Xavier’s jaw worked for a second before he spoke. "I’m fine." ​"You’re not fine, Xavier. You just fought a ghost."

“Clean work.” Alpha Dimitri gave a brief nod, but his attention remained on me. “Scarlett is one of our healers,” he said. “She works in the healing quarters.” The four Ironclaw men continued watching me, their eyes moving briefly to the scarf around my neck before returning to my face. No one said anything else, and I couldn't tell whether they were simply curious about the Bloodfang healer in front of them or whether something about me had caught their attention. I wanted to leave. Standing among men wearing the colors of my old pack made me far too aware of how close the life I had escaped had suddenly come to the one I was building here.

ANYA She was beautiful, too beautiful. Her violet eyes caught the light in a way that made me pause. She must be Alaric’s sister. I froze where I stood, my heart racing. I was still wrapped in nothing but a towel, my skin damp, my body trembling slightly from exhaustion. I hadn’t even fully healed yet, which was strange. Werewolves were supposed to heal fast, but the pain in my ribs still lingered, dull but stubborn. She looked like everything I wasn’t, elegant, poised, radiant. While she stood there like a goddess from a forgotten story, I was a pale shadow, trying to disappear into the walls.

"Ethan. Look at me. I am different because the man I thought was my father is a murderer. Because he threatened my child. Because he is using every weapon he has to break me. My focus isn't the bond. It's survival. It's justice. And yes, you are a part of that. You make me stronger. You make me see clearer. But that's not the bond. That's you. Your mind. Your heart. Your courage. Don't let her poison that. Don't let her turn the best thing in my life into a weapon against us." His words were a balm. But the underlined passage echoed in my mind. A circuit of power. All circuits, in time, overload. That night, I dreamed. I was in a vast, dark library. Rows of books stretched to infinity. I was