Novel & Cerita Every Scar Will Build My Throne

Silco pets her head as if they are talking about just a twenty dollar bill, “I trust you can find your way in a building on a second try.” “Ughhhhh!” Scar buries her head into the cushion, blowing out her frustration, “You are torturing me! You are mean! You are the worst! I’ll die...” Silco shoots over a serious look, but darts his eyes away when Scar peeks up sneakily. “Well, if you die now, his company will die with you,” Silco shrugs, picking up his newspaper, “Consider your death well paid, princess.” “Fine!” Scar sits up, realizing her trick failed, she starts bargaining, “Give me a good reason why I have to do it.”

“I don’t want you around me since you’re the better child, so stay away!” “I…” I tried to speak to him, but he pushed me away. “What the hell do you want from me!” he yelled again. “You’re the best child, so you should be happy you’re not being punished by that monster!” He tore his clothes, revealing scars across his chest as if they had been carved. What shocked me most was that his scars weren’t healing—they just stayed there. “You’re the heir to the throne, so focus on your duties instead of trying to get along with me. You were never around since Father started hitting and experimenting on me!”

Chapter 167 Scarlett Damian shot her a look, and she went quiet again. “You already know I want a kingdom,” I continued, my voice steady. “You know that has always been my goal. I was born to rule. I was raised for it. But my pack would never allow a woman to sit on the throne. Not even if she was stronger. Not even if she was smarter.” I let emotion slip into my voice, just enough. “I stood behind men my entire life. Watched them lead what should have been mine. Watched them make decisions I could have made better.”

His footsteps echoed ominously, resonating with the turmoil within him. He felt a surge of nausea rising in his throat, a bitter reminder of the poison that coursed through his veins. He clenched his teeth, fighting back the urge to vomit. He had to maintain his composure, his dignity, his reputation. He was Scar, the billionaire philanthropist, the visionary genius, Lord of the dragons. He could not afford to show weakness, not in front of his enemies.

Sky King: “You were summoned as a courtesy. You answered with war. Kneel, child, and I will make it quick.” I step forward. Lightning crawls over my skin like it’s coming home. Celeste: “I don’t kneel. I ride.” I flip Sânge Furtună under my feet. The throne room has rails of frozen lightning running its length. I drop in. The war inside the Throne-ship begins. And every grind, every slash, every heartbeat is a message carved into the sky itself: This is our year. This is our sky. And we are just getting started.

“I will not tolerate weakness in my ranks. If you cannot bring me what I want, you are worthless.” I stopped before the remaining scouts, meeting their wide eyes one by one. The weight of my gaze held them pinned, but I let a different tone thread my words, coaxing... more motivating. “You are not scraps on the fringe of this kingdom anymore. You are soldiers, and we are a pack forged from exile, sharpened by hunger. Damon sits on my throne, pretending he’s a King, while he bleeds his warriors dry chasing a ghost. And do you know why?” A ripple of unease spread through them. I leaned in, voice dropping to a growl.

“You want me clear and sharp, sure. But you don’t want me soft. You don’t want me open.” “You want the version of me who never cried in public, who didn’t say his name, who didn’t question orders even when those orders broke something inside me.” She reached for the projection controls. Swiped the offer away. Didn’t even open it. “You didn’t build this throne for someone whole.” “You built it for someone who could bleed for you and never ask for a bandage.” “So no. I won’t sit on it.” She turned. Walked away.

“Don’t you dare act ignorant!, I know you aren’t happy I am getting married to your dad. But can you at least act mature and not do sensible stuffs” “If I say I understand you, I would be lying” I said not knowing where this is heading. “I know you planned to ruin my wedding” she said. ==+”Yeah, I wanted to but someone did that for me already” I said that inwardly and smirked. “Scarlett.just let me be” “You won’t like what is coming you if you try something like this again” she threatened. I moved closer to her, really close..she blinks her eyes in fear.

That night, I sat alone in my tent. I held on to one of Scarlett’s scarves I had taken from her clothes. She had tied it in her hair once during our very eventful nights. Her scent lingered on the scarf. Scarlett’s scent filled me up, she haunted me. Not in the way a ghost would. But like a promise. I had conquered more land than any other King that came before me, even my crazy father. But I couldn’t stand to lose Scarlett over some silly conquests. I had something more than a throne to protect.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.