Christopher Scarver Book Novels & Stories

scar gets back in flight as we keep flying around in circles ,around the pack house trying to pick up Rosa's sent ,i held my scorpion mace in my right hand slicing through and killing every single enemy in sight ,the whole pack was so thrown into to chaos ,with everyone running around for their lives ,this time i tried my best not to harm the defenceless ones of the pack just the warriors and guards who tried to stop me from reaching their alpha ,i had scar sex the all ablaze ,i pick up Rosa's scent by its a bit faint . I pick up Rosa's scent but it appear to be a little faint ,it leads me to the end of the pack ,a little into the woods , i get down from scar and walk forward for a clos

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

The girl repeated the words, “I have an important assignment. I forgot it. I am here to fetch it.” “Alright, take your time. I will be keeping some of the Shrimps for you. You can have them if you wish to.” Jessica said and joined her husband who just nodded and gestured her to continue with the meals. But he knew something was off with the girl. Scarlet took slow steps and entered the room. She started looking for the book. Her eyes turned dark. Black. Round pupils, pitch dark. Soon, she turned in the other direction and opened her cupboard where she used to keep all her notes. There was present a book; an old one, with a strange cover and a dagger, tucked over with some different golden pa

“Davin, I’m sorry, but what actually is the point of this? This isn’t helping us find Scarlett. This is just academic hoo-hah that’s better suited to a college than a damn werewolf pack.” He cleared his throat. “I was going to save this for last, but… well. Just look at this one,” he said, sliding a different book into my hands and opening it to the middle page. The paper didn’t match the rest of the book, and I couldn’t see where it attached to the spine, either. It wasn’t yellowed with age or made of scratchy, pulpy parchment, but when I tugged it (gently, feeling Davin’s eyes on me all the while) it felt stuck as surely as the rest of them.

My voice sounded like damn gravel in my own ears. The rage simmered under my ribs like it was hot and poisonous. One more scream and I swear, I’m tossing the little demon out the fucking window. Vittoria Scarpa. She was a beautiful, loyal, and stupid pawn. She was raised in the same cesspool I crawled out of—our little mafia cradle. She grew up watching betrayal handed out like party favors, and learned early that trust was a goddamn lie. She was a fool though. She thought marrying me would mean something. She thought we’d have a real family. What a joke.

Still sitting dangerous. “Something else is off,” she added, quieter now. “What?” “The scar is reacting.” she said, after a brief pause. “How?” I asked, my attention fully alert. “Like it recognizes something here.” she said, her fingers brushing lightly against it. A chill slid down my spine. “Or someone,” I muttered. ♧♧♧♧ Zara’s P.O.V The council chamber felt colder than it had the night before. Less welcoming. More… deliberate.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

"You said you loved me with your life. I believe you." Caleb opened his mouth, about to speak, or explain himself. Perhaps he was going to start cursing. However, I didn't give him the chance. With a sudden surge of strength, I stabbed his chest. This time, the blade didn't miss its mark. A few days later, two neighboring headstones appeared in a graveyard in the countryside. I walked over, clothed head to toe in black. Wind whistled, rustling the leaves. It sounded oddly like whimpers.

Two months later, his friends asked again, "Tristan, how long has it been since Esther contacted you?" Tristan froze, unable to respond. It had been a while since Esther had reached out to him. The home that had once been theirs felt empty without her. It was just cold brick walls now and could no longer be called a home. "This isn't right. Esther's always been soft and gentle, but now she's acting so decisively." At that moment, Tristan's friend, Jordan Fletcher, hesitated before saying, "Tristan, I heard Esther's with the heir of the Russell family in Straburgh."

I barely recognized the girl staring back at me in the black screen. Scars ran down my face, souvenirs from the day I ran into the fire to save the photo Axel and Gloria left behind. None of it mattered anymore. Leaving him was the only thing that did.