King Of Scars Novels & Stories

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

"I must confess... you did a good job. Better than I expected, given the security." Scar didn't laugh, but the corner of his scarred mouth twitched upward into a jagged, unsettling smile. He looked like a wolf that had finally tasted blood and was already hungry for more. The King isn't dead yet," Kaelric noted, leaning forward. "But the healers are losing hope. It is only a matter of time now." He reached down and slid a small, bulging leather bag across the table. It landed with a heavy, muffled thud in front of the killer.

I was pushed to the ground and I hiss out in pain as my back of my palm scratched on the rough rug. "Celeste" The rouge King called out to me and I looked up at him from my position. For the first time in two months, I got to the face of the man who has been causing havoc in the mythical and magical world. On the left side of his face was a nasty scar that made him look very dangerous. He glare at me as i tried getting to by feet but I was pushed by one of the men behind me,making me knee in a submissive position. I ball my hands in fist and gritted my teeth as I glared at him from the coner of my eyes. The rouge king cleared his throat and I snapped my eyes towards his.

Scars hated every single fucking thing about having to do it, but for as long as he lived, he’d never forget the sight of Keira screaming and crying in Saint’s arms, and Vixen lying broken and bloody on the ground, and the look of terror on Zoe’s beautiful face as she ran to her daughter. In those few seconds, all Scars saw was hurt and horror; devastation and danger. As soon as Zoe had gotten Vixen’s place ready for her to come back home from the hospital, Scars had sent her and Keira with King. It was all he could do as a man, and husband, and father… so it was what he did.

Scar. The phone rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "Well, well. If it isn't the Alpha king’s Beta calling the gutter rats." Scar was a former hunter of Blackcrest pack. He was banished by his Alpha for unnecessary brutality, even according to pack Laws. He went feral after his mate’s death and hasn’t quite healed. "I have a job," I said without preamble, eager to get my new set of orders carried out. "High pay, personal satisfaction guaranteed."

“I hated losing you. And I hated that you believed I could do that to you.” Her chest rose and fell fast. The fight in her collapsing into something she couldn’t name—grief, maybe. Or longing. “You made no effort to stop the rumors.” “I made war because if the rumors.” The pain in his voice was sharp, unscripted. Then softer: “I killed men with your name in my mouth.” She looked up at him---really looked. The scars he wore weren't just on skin. They were beneath the armor, woven into the fabric of who he'd become. A king carved by grief.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

The scent was overpowering, and it made her heart race with fear and excitement. "I’m Tobias, the king of this kingdom, and you’re standing in my palace. Tell me, what are you doing here?" His voice lowered to a menacing growl, sending shivers down her spine as she felt the hot breath on her neck. The scent of his closeness filled her nostrils, causing her to struggle to keep her composure. She could feel the power and authority emanating from him, and it was both alluring and intimidating at the same time. Scarlett swallowed nervously, trying to think of a plausible explanation. "I told you. I’m...just a traveler passing through. I was looking for shelter for the night and saw the lights of