Astarion Scar Novels & Stories

Tarian once again struck her across the cheek, "I warned you." The girl grunted in pain and fury, her emotions getting the better of her as she grabbed his arms, allowing a small amount of her power to seep out; scorching his skin. Tarian screamed, calling out for his men as parts of his flesh melted, his eyes widening in shock. She let go with a sudden jolt, realising what she had done; her mind instantly informing her of her mistake. Crawling from the feather bed as the leader of the bandits withered in anguished pain on the floor, Astria backed into a corner; able to hear his men as they rushed towards the tent.

This wasn’t the same Astin who used to be head over heels for her. She stayed in her room for over an hour, unsure of what to say if she had to face him again. Hunger eventually drove her to leave her room, just as Astin was also coming out. Their eyes met briefly. She smiled at him, hoping for even a small sign in return. But he didn’t smile back; he just walked past her. The scent of his fresh shower gel lingered. He was well dressed, clearly preparing to leave the house. He had shaved, looking clean and polished again. This time, his muscled arms were visible through his fitted clothes, shaped by his years as a soldier. Her heart raced as she noticed a long scar on his arm. She felt a pan

It was a female figure by her obvious curves and her black-red hair that flowed behind her. " It is never over." Her hazel eyes shone, anger and hate in them. A beautiful dark birthmark on the top of her mouth outlined her beautiful but dangerous looking face. SCARLET MOON PACK. Khasim, the beta watched as the Alpha kept smiling from ear to ear as he finally got to open the parcel sent to him by Luna Estelle since these days. He threw a look towards the Gamma who gave a huge, long breath of exasperation as his own job was to be alert incase Laila suddenly burst in at any moment and saw what her fiance was doing.

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

said Ivory Wings with a robotic voice. “True it’s challenging but they’re getting used to it” said Astral Mist “oh Astral Mist hey” said Twilight “hey Twilight” said Astral Mist “Astral why do you have a face mask covering your mouth?” Twilight asked “Twilight, I don’t want to scare you okay” said Astral Mist. She removed her face mask and showed her mouth “oh my word what happened to your mouth?” Twilight asked, “I was born without a lower jaw,” said Astral. “Okay what element bearer are you?” Twilight asked “I’m the element bearer of Patience,” said Astral Mist, putting her face mask back on “okay only left is Lunar Scar “did you call Twilight?” said Lunar Scar, Twilight turned around and

“She’s strong, though. Stronger than we can imagine.” Ronan sighed. “I hate that she had to be.” Aleron turned to him. “Ronan.” “What?” “These scars… the ones on her wrists…” Ronan clenched his jaw. His voice was low, dangerous. “I saw them.” Aleron swallowed. “Ronan… whoever did that to her…” Ronan shook his head slowly. “I swear on the Moon Goddess… they’ll pay.” A soft voice interrupted them. “Don’t fight… please.”

Nothing that could catch on a branch or a blade. She looked like any other Blackmoon scout gearing up for a long run. Except for the scar at her throat, pale and stark above her collar. Except for the way the air seemed to hold a fraction tighter around her, wards humming faintly in recognition. Aria’s gaze lingered on the scar, then rose to meet her eyes. “You don’t owe them your life,” she said quietly. “Or your blood. Or your image.” Rin’s throat went tight. “You’ve said that,” she reminded her.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

: They were both silent as Aria tried to understand the situation, “ So he’s the Easton you never wanted to talk about huh? The same one whose heart you shattered?” “Yeah, he hates me so much, Aria! It was terrible!” Scarlet began, “The look in his eyes was something I’ve never seen before. So cold and distant!” Scarlet whispered, wringing her hands. “He didn’t say a single nice thing—actually, he mocked me the whole time.” Aria sat back, stunned. “So he’s still holding a grudge? After all these years?” “I guess so.” Scarlet sighed. “ I can’t stay here. I need to leave with Jasmine before he makes my life a living hell!”

Through the haze, he thought he saw her. Rhea stood still, voice like ice. "Eddie, I don't love you anymore. I'm leaving. For good." "No! Rhea! Don't go!" He jolted awake, gasping. Glenna hovered beside him, tears in her eyes. "Eddie! You're okay. You scared me... Does it still hurt?" Eddie stared at the bandages. Underneath, his skin was wrecked—bloody, blistered. The meds dulled it, but the pain still bit through.