King Of Scars Novels & Stories

Three gashes marked my face, I was young and stupid, I got in a fight with my family lord, I came out as the winner with the mark to remind me of what happened. "My king," I say bowing my head, the king was sitting on his throne where he belongs but his pet wasn't there next to him, I didn't want to see her right now. "Scar, tell me about your staying on earth," the king asks, it's a strange request but I have to answer my king. "I've roamed through the earth looking for a match" I answer him. "And did you find a match?" He asks, it felt like the whole world was stuck in my throat right now, but I had to answer.

“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—”

But then with a determined look, he closes the distance between them before he picks her up into his arms, “...sorry, but this is safer... bear it with me?” His voice gets lower as he speaks. He keeps his eyes low and away from hers. He said it as a question, but he turned his face to the other side as if he was... afraid of her answer. He is helping her, yet all he thinks is how she hates his touch. Scar has never seen Sebastian Knight, the man above everyone, the king of the city, feeling so inferior. It almost makes him look...fragile. “You...they really are not your people?” Scar blurts a mumble.

A cold, mocking laugh drifted back, layered with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. "Still as loud as ever, little wolf," a voice emerged from the gloom. A man stepped into the small clearing, silhouetted by the moonlight struggling through the clouds. He was lean, wearing armor made of scavenged scrap metal and bone, a heavy pulse-rifle slung over his shoulder. He looked at Dominic not with hatred, but with a predatory, amusement. I felt Dominic’s muscles lock. "Kaelen." "In the flesh," the scavenger leader replied, his eyes flickering toward me, then lingering on the glowing armor fragment in my hand. "I heard a rumors of an Alpha on the run, but I didn't think the King had been dethro

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

Drop it before you sound like an insane woman. I cleared my throat and squared my shoulder. “How… how did you get that scar?” Her smile came slow…sad, almost fond, like she was remembering something bittersweet instead of brutal. “It was a very sad day. One of the worst, actually.” She touched the edge of the scar lightly with two fingers, almost absentminded. “The king got drunk. Really drunk. He wanted to attack you…Abby. You’d said something that set him off. I stepped in front. His claws came out before he could stop himself. Ripped right across here.”

He paused as if he was taking in my appearance, I was forced to look at my feet, the grass suddenly seemed interesting. “The rumors are true after all” he finally said. The rumors? What rumors? I should have known the rumors had not died. Scar said nothing. “A werewolf as a mate for a lycan King, the goddess did find something unique to make such a match” he said thoughtfully before stretching out his hand. I took it nervously noticing how his hand swallowed mine. “Alpha Alphonso, Scar here is like a son to me. I grew up with his father” he explained,

She didn't know how long she cried there but when she raised her eyes towards the window, the blackness of the night shows that it's a long time. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and resumed bathing him. A fierce feeling to protect him filled her system. She ran the wet rag from his neck down to his chest, massaging the scars carefully. How could he have ever thought that people will find him repulsive because of his scars? She paused and looked up at his face. "Your scars are not something to be ashamed of, My King. They are battle scars. They are not repulsive, instead, they show just how brave you were. They show the lion in you more than the crown on your head ever will..."

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

"I understand her family, but why does the Pack hate her?" "Because she was scarred," Soren said. "That was also the reason I chose it as the most notable one. She was scarred just like Elora." I took a deep breath at that. This was becoming quite interesting. "Go on." "Well, after a lifetime of abuse and suffering, the goddess finally smiled her way and she was mated to Kael, the Alpha," he continued. "That's where things get weird. Kael, despite her scar, showed her love, and he seemed to be nice to her. Then, she mysteriously disappeared one day, and not long after, Kael married her sister."