Christopher Scarver Book Novels & Stories

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

I saw the scars surrounding my boutique with 'the scar face' sitting on my counter chair. I looked at them in utter shock. They have actually crossed every limit here. How did they even get in when I clearly remember I locked the door...maybe they broke the lock. My eyes went on the scar face and he was holding one of my books. "A silent storm is stronger than a loud one.......huh?" He asked and looked towards me while tilting his head to the left. "You're a writerrr." He said and I just kept standing there looking at them in shock.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

She said and ran out while picking up her call in the process, and Christian was left stunned, watching her leaving the café. He stood rooted in his place as if his legs lost the ability to walk, but the next moment, he dashed outside the cafe to question her but the cab left in front of him and he cursed under his breath, watching the cab from behind. “Author Scarlet? My wife?? What the fuck is missing??” He screeched, pulling his hair in frustration, and slammed his fist on the pillar. *** This is the second book in the series. Read book MY INDIAN WIFE before starting this book***

Vice retorted as he pushed past Jax and jumped on his bike, "And, it's Vice. Vincent was the naive fucker that let himself get pushed over way too much... he was the one that let the only person he ever trusted send him away without an explanation, nothing! Vice, however - Vice will blow your fucking head off before you have the chance." As Scar neared the Wolves' club, the first thing he noticed was a large, black cloud coming from where the building stood. The second thing was the ash that lingered in the air as he approached and the third was the flames that could be seen for miles. Scar's breath hitched as he sped up, ignoring the screams coming from the man tied to his bike. The rider f

Scar shoots over a lazy glare, snorting coldly, “So you can go and tell the jerk that she’s back in town? Yeah, I know you have been close with Damian Vanderbilt.” I’m not exactly close with Damian. Let’s just say, common enemies bring people together. I wanted the heads of the Fullers, and so did he. After Scar and Lilith both left the city, he dived into the investigation of the Fullers after that, all the way to an obsession. I wanted to pin down Jack Fuller, too. But he was burning himself up for it. If it wasn’t his bankruptcy that knocked him back into reality, I think he would have lost it.

— Chapter 47: A Scar Beneath the Surface The mark. ---- Isla couldn't sleep—not after witnessing it etched into Christopher's chest. It was not a scar. It was a message. A warning. A foretelling of suffering. And now that she had witnessed it, something within her changed. Something wild and primal awoke beneath her skin.

I asked him. “I don't know” his brows were knitted in confusion. “But this is a first step, I'll let the council know and we will take up everything from there” I nodded again, not sure of what to say. Scar left my room with the book. It suddenly felt like I was in dreamland, what exactly was happening? Could Fenris be of help to us? But I didn't like him, everything about him seem so weird and Sheliah didn't like him either.

"I already knew you were a great man. Guess it wasn't to surprising to find out just how great you are." "Wait.. But how did you know?" "HAHA are you serious? Before you left for the academy, you lived her for a small amount of time and hid your armor.. And the mask. At first I thought you had grabbed it, like something to remember Havoc by. But then I saw the hole in your armor.... The same place you have a scar that wouldn't heal up... Your heart." It was true. With magic of this world anyone was usually able to heal a scar unless the weapon used was magic, and it would have to be a very powerful enchantment. Yet Christopher had only a few scars, and it was very obvious to anyone who's bee

Out of curiosity, Lars levitated to grab it. "What is it?" Sophia asked. "I don't know, it's a... book." It was a red covered notebook, containing names, dates, a picture and short profiles. There were a mix of men and women with different ages and professions. Lars wasn't sure what these meant until he showed it to Sophia. She seemed to recognize some of the faces in the book, and it made her horrified of something. "These are... deceased Scions." Lars could felt his heart stopped. "W - What? Are you sure?"