Every Scar Will Build My Throne Novels & Stories

“You’re his target as much as anyone else.” Scar’s lips parted as if to argue, but no words came. Instead, his shoulders sagged, the weight of my words sinking in. He looked down, his hand brushing over the scar that ran across his cheek—a mark of battles past, a reminder of his vulnerability. “If what you’re saying is true,” he said finally, his voice low, “why should I trust you? You stormed into my kingdom, attacked my men—”

The car drove slowly toward the bustling, sinful heart of New Haven. It was an empire that belonged entirely to me. I raised my right hand, wearing the ring of power. Looking at my cold reflection in the window, I curved my lips. A man’s love is worthless. Only absolute power never betrays.

"No, I don't. However, I can't block your path. You're meant to be the queen of the Moretti family, not just the Romanos' Donna." I let out a soft laugh, bending down to kiss his scarred face, that jagged mark of his past. "Who says I'm going anywhere? I'll claim the Moretti name and keep the Romanos close. A queen and a Don… We're meant to rule together, right?" Wade's shock gave way to a broad grin, the most joyous I had seen in a decade. "Okay. If you want the world, I'll win it for you. In this life, you're my Donna, and I'm your blade. Till death do us part."

“Now, finish that sad excuse for coffee. I’m dragging your ass out for a walk in fifteen. I don’t care if you cry the whole way, but you’re moving.” I shook my head, a smile pulling at my lips. “This is why you’re the only person I trust to witness my lowest point.” She stood, stretching like a cat. “Babe, this isn’t your lowest point. This is the montage setup. Rock bottom is step one in every badass comeback story.” I raised my mug. “To sweat and salads?” She clinked an invisible glass. “To becoming unrecognizable — and making sure Jace chokes on the glow-up.”

"He thinks if he looks at me long enough, I'll stand up and apologize for everything." "He's an empty suit, Scar," Roman growled, his body shifting under the bench, his shoulder pressing hard against mine to block Marcus's view. "He’s trying to use the ghost of his power because he knows the real thing is gone. Let him look. Let him see what he can't have anymore."

"Scars" Una bowed her head; she did not know what she would say that might make it better. "A royal can not have a single spot or scar, but it seems you have a lot." "Yes, I do have a lot because my main work involves me engaging in fights." "Like a warrior?" "Yeah, that's one way to put it," Una responded. Irkal looked away. "Do you think anything can be done about the scar?" "I will try my best to eliminate them."

He attracts me and I am always willing to give in to his demands. 'Am I a bad queen, Ulva?' 'Never...' Ulva used her all power to sound determined. 'You are not and you were never been bad, Scar. You have always completed your mission as the Warrior Moon, without any complaints. When our forty-nine sisters were happy with their mates, you always bowed at Mother and asked for your next mission.' Ulva sounded so proud and Scarlett felt the rush of fulfilment in her heart. 'You are an amazing queen always, Scarlett... Never discourage yourself because whatever happens in life, it's all written from the beginning.'

Moments passed, and then a voice filled the chamber, "Scarlett, chosen one, step forward and heed my words." Scarlett obeyed and moved closer to the center of the room, her eyes fixed on the towering figure seated upon a stone throne. The oracle's eyes glowed with a mysterious intensity, reflecting the depth of knowledge and ancient wisdom they held.

Fireworks lit up the night sky and rose petals covered the ground. Leon, whom I hadn't seen for days, descended from above like a god. He took my hand with deep affection and led me toward the heart of the castle. Rose petals rained down from the sky, painting the moment in sheer romance. He held up a ring and dropped to one knee as he proposed. Overwhelmed with joy, I burst into tears and wrapped my arms around his waist. I asked him what made him plan such a grand proposal. He kissed my cheek and replied, "Because you deserve whatever others have. Estie, you have no idea how happy I am to be with you.

She just kept smiling. She removed the bandage on her head and there was a huge scar there, it didn't look like it would heal very soon. “See what you did to me,” She growled, pointing to the huge scar on her forehead. “You deserved it, if you hadn't messed with my business, you would have still been with your prince charming,” I defended myself, feeling proud that I gave her an everlasting mark. “But he would always pick you first, no matter what happens, he would always pick you before me, I wanted to have something he loved which was his throne,” She yelled, but I could see lies in her sentence.