Novel & Cerita King Of Scars

She whimpers in pain from the claw mark Adam had put on her and a few bruises now marked her face. Her cries caught the attention of her guards and they enter quickly. Khalid looks murderous and his sight was on the unconscious Adam. Even Damien has disgust and a sad look for his king. Disappointment overwhelms him not understanding how his great King has become violent to a point of hurting his own mate.

King Rhobart’s eyes burned with rage, and Ayla knew that not even the Gods would save Scar from dying. “Mercy,” Scar kept begging. King Rhobart rose to his feet, his shoulder-length black hair tousled by the wind, his beard white from the snow, looking like some ancient god of vengeance, and he looked straight into Scar’s eyes and said, “For harming my n—” The King stopped talking and breathed hard, trying to contain his rage, and Ayla wondered what he wanted to say. “For daring to touch what is mine with your filthy hands, you will die. Kerra, kill him!”

The massive expanse of his chest is littered with scars, small and large, back, and forth on his chest, biceps, and neck. I only have one scar on my thigh from my father. King Harvey automatically sees my scar and lifts my leg. Yelping, I swat at his hands to put me down. His eyes now glow a liquid silver. “What happened?” Even his voice is deeper. My memory went back again and my father's hideous face came to mind and I couldn't even finish a whole sentence. "Elena... " Another kiss blooms between us, and I yelp in the kiss as his hand plunges under water and grabs my thigh. King Harvey holds it in a light grip but runs his thumb over my long scar on my right thigh.

That was the scar that broke me free from this family. The last scar that made me a king! “This is the scar that I cherish the most. It was the scar I got from proving my worth and becoming the Lycan king.” I said, and she smiled at the scar. I can't tell if she was doing it intentionally or not, but she began to rub the scar, and it was so close to my torso. Her touch was light but sexually magical. It was raising the demon in me, and I didn't want her to stop, nor did I want to pounce on her.

“Kneel before your Queen, Lycan King Darius, and his Fated Queen, Elara!” As I sank to my knees beside Darius, the movement made my dress shift. And there, on the left side of my ribcage, half-hidden by silk, was a faded silver scar. A rejection mark. Kade’s eyes landed on it. His breath hitched audibly in the silent hall. He knew that scar. He put it there. And now his son was watching from the balcony while another man crowned me Queen. The pack gasped as Darius took my hand. “Rise, my Queen.”

He slumped against the central dais, his eyes struggling to stay focused on Scarlett. "I told you..." he wheezed, a dark smirk touching his blood-stained lips. "No one touches... my Queen." Scarlett rushed to him, her hands glowing with healing light. But as she touched his wound, a hidden compartment in the dais clicked open. Inside sat a scroll made of human skin and silver thread—the Final Testament of the First King.

Now that your girlfriends have dumped you, you come crawling to me for money? "Why should I give you any?" He shook with fear but still glared at me, shouting, "Cut the nonsense! I didn't break any laws when I left you. You were already grown up! We have laws here, so you have to take care of me! "Pay me three thousand, no, five thousand dollars a month! Or I'll make trouble every day, and neither you nor that woman will get any peace! I'll let everyone know that the 'Victory Queen' is a monster who abandoned her own father!"

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

he sighed and laughed nervously, "Nothing to be jealous of," Keith nodded to the guards, who opened the doors, which led to the royal garden. The king stepped outside and closed his eyes for a moment to let the gentle breeze caress his skin. Goosebumps haunted Keith's body when he saw the large scar crossing Kenneth's right eye. Now that the king closed it, Keith could see it clearer; it was deeper than he thought and still red as if he only got it recently. The wound cut his eyebrow in half and travelled down his eyelid to his cheek. It was scary, yet it gave the king a special aura. That scar had a story, one he feared to learn about.

Will they stop the war that is coming or are they the start of it? My name is Scarlett King, and I am nearly eighteen. I am the first daughter of the Vampire king Dominic and his Werewolf Queen Seraphina. I am a hybrid of both vampire and werewolf, so I have the traits from both, even though my vampire is slightly stronger. My wolf Ruth is a healer. She heals me if I get injured and she loves helping and healing others. My vampire Cara she is hard to describe. She is very quiet, cunning, and can be very cryptic when wanting me to do something. I found out recently that as part of being a hybrid; I have a special gift, not that I would call it that. I would call it a curse, as I can get glimp