King Of Scars Novels & Stories

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

Saadiya and Parvina chorused and rushed forward, stopping just behind Mariam and their eyes widened when they saw the huge stain. "Whose blood?" Parvina asked, her voice quavering. Omar looked down at his once perfect outfit which was now stained with blood, but the blood wasn't his, it was the King's. He looked back up and fixed his gaze on Mariam, could he tell her that? "Mariam... The palace..." He started but didn't know how well to frame his words. There was no way he could say it that would make it sound a bit less worrisome.

"I want to sleep well, Klaus. You'll help me with that, won't you?" The king's upper body was bare, countless grotesque scars lingering on his emaciated frame. His pale hair was disheveled, and in the dim light, he looked like a feeble old lion pushed to the brink, about to silently pass away in the next moment. Only those eyes still exuded the king's majesty and the bloodthirsty desire inherent to an Alpha. "As you wish, Your Majesty." In the next moment, I drew the dagger I carried with me. The snow-white blade reflected the flickering light of the candles, then deeply pierced into the exposed arm I had bared.

He decided to drive him self. Chris and I were separated, given different rooms to change in. Maddie and my mum followed me and helped me dress. How they got here so fast I can't tell. The makeup artist came to touch up my make up. The ring was so massive on my finger. The ring suits my finger, but I'm not the owner. "You ready princess, the guests are waiting. My dad said from the door since it was opened. The paparazzi were everywhere taking pictures and things. Our wedding was a love wedding most of the people across the globe are watching us now.

He wasn't yet finish with those scavengers who dared trespass his kingdom uninvited. Walking so slowly while deliberately dropping all the black metals from him, his red eyes were overwhelmed with much darkness now that Hakyi and Osiris had felt their wounds opening up while they put a safe distance from the king. They opened the door for the king, revealing those purple people in the floor with eight of those heavily injured scavengers. They all shivered for the man in front of them was different from the king for the previous meeting. On his left hand was the blue flame again licked with dark fire and the scavengers knew that hell's fire was far more heavenly than this king's dark flame

I could only imagine what he was seeing. Scars and claw marks from my brief interactions with the Hunters over the years marred my once flawless skin. My recent interaction with them left me with a deep claw mark from the top of my right shoulder to the lower left side of my back. Every time I moved felt like I ripped it open again. I gingerly slipped my arms through my bra straps before unhooking it and letting it fall to the ground with my shirt. Instinctively, I covered my front with my arms, feeling vulnerable to the watching eyes behind me. A low, predatory, possessive growl filled the room, and I flinched as the King’s aura flared. His footsteps were near quiet as he approached my back

The healers worked over her, pressing damp cloths to her skin, murmuring quiet reassurances. “Her back,” one of them said. “We should cool her back.” I frowned and stepped closer, the King at my side. As the healers carefully shifted her forward, I caught sight of what lay beneath the linen. Scars. Dozens of them. Angry welts, some fresh, others faded with time, a map of cruelty carved into her skin. Years of it. Layer on layer of pain. The King froze, then his face darkened with a fury that made even me take a step back. His power rolled off him in waves, a storm barely contained.

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 to his face. "Your scars are not something to be ashamed off, 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..."

"The debt is too high, Elara. The Northern King... he doesn't take 'no' for an answer. If I don't give him what he wants, he will burn this pack house to the ground with everyone inside it." The Northern King. Alpha Silas. They called him the Scarred King, a man who ruled with a fist of iron and a heart of ice. Stories of his cruelty were told in whispers around campfires. They said his face was a map of the wars he had won, and his soul was even darker than the night. "So you're selling me?" I asked, the realization hitting me like a physical blow to the chest. "Your only daughter? I’m just a... a payment to you?"

She could see The King from the corner of her eye, fighting the rest of the wolves. The other Alphas were equally fighting as much as they could. The rogues were so many, but the Alphas were strong. Scarlett tried to run to the king to protect him, but another wolf pulled her down. ‘’Where do you thinking you’re going?’’. The guy said to Scarlett, smirking at the same time. That small diversion - the guy’s attention to The King for a split second - was enough for her to make her move. She flawlessly executed a flip and in the process, gave him a massive kick to his side. He fell to the ground, blood flowing from his mouth.