King Of Scars Novels & Stories

The king who had ordered rooms and care vanished behind the father who had not stopped looking at me as if he feared someone would remember he was happy and punish him for it. He came to me and took my hand. Just that. His fingers closed around mine, warm and firm, and my chest tightened so quickly I nearly forgot to breathe. He did not grip hard. He did not pull. He simply held my hand like he needed proof I was still there. Like he did not want me out of his sight. I looked down at our joined hands. His hand was bigger than mine. Stronger. Scarred in places, though not like Victor’s scars. These were king’s scars. Battle scars. Old fire. Old claws. Old blades, maybe. A life lived before cr

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

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.

One was in the bathtub and the others were assisting her in her bath. Agnes silently let them scrub her back and wash her body. She sat in the bathtub without moving and letting them do their work. After a while, they made her stand and dressed her up. She felt like she was in an 80's movie that features the life of royalty. Agnes watched her bare self in the reflection of the mirror. The scars that fade away was now replaced by a new and fresh one. Her eyes wandered around her body until they found the oldest one near her stomach.

The ballroom doors closed behind us. Jacob’s POV I stood there, frozen, watching as the Lycan prince carried Clara from the room. Her skin. It was covered in big, ugly scars. I'd paid them to look after her. Someone cleared their throat behind me. Slowly, I turned around, the Lycan King’s eyes glaring at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Clara’s ugly scars burned deeper into my mind. The King’s eyes stayed locked on mine. “What happened to her?”

Upon feeling the cold touch of the wind against her bare skin, she shivered only to be covered by the king’s warmth as he laid her on her back and hovered over her. Now that he was bare in front of her, Emery came to notice that the scars that marked his skin seemed to have increased since the last time she saw it. Running her hand over his seemingly godlike-sculptured body, she traced the scars with her finger. Looking back at him, she said, “You should be more careful not to get hurt.” “You say that yet you refuse to return with me.” The king then leaned his forehead on hers. “For you to know, it is only you who can hurt me in the most painful way.”

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

On the inside, I slipped back into his mind, searching for his actual next move. What I got instead almost made me laugh. His thoughts were loud and painfully childish. [Look at her face. She’s terrified of me. I look so powerful right now. The lighting probably makes my jawline look incredible. Everything is finally falling into place. Tomorrow, when I finish them all and take everything Scars owns, the entire underworld will know my name. I’m the king.] I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my expression steady. Dominic stopped in front of Scars and slapped him across the face. Scars’s head turned sharply to the side, but he did not react otherwise. Slowly, he faced forward again, s

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.