King Of Scars Novels & Stories

"You want to be very careful in your next words, mi amor." Her eyes traced over the scars on his face; the scars that declared him king. The deep, pitted lines that marked his battles and made him the hardened leader that he was. He was tough and commanding, everything that she was not and never could be. She didn't understand why he wanted her. She was nothing to a man like him. She should have died on that floor with the rest of her family. She was a fake survivor. A ghost living in the shell of a broken woman. She was a false queen.

He grabbed my chin, turning my face like someone inspecting merchandise. “Look at these scars. And this is what caught the King’s eye? What he needs is a real Luna, not this beggar with a ruined face.” His hands dropped to the collar of my shirt and tore it open, exposing my scars to the cold evening air. The ones holding me began groping me while they “searched for evidence,” their hands moving slowly in a way that had nothing to do with a search. “Damn, look at that,” one whistled when he saw the massive scar on my abdomen. “This one’s already been gutted before.”

Definitely. He gripped her hair from behind and yanked it so hard, she screamed "My King!" There was a bitter tone in the sound of her voice. Creators! He was hurting her. When did the King get so violent in bed? His hands fisted hard on her hair, making her scalp burn. "Please..." She whimpered, trying to get him to free her scalp. Like the hell...he was really hurting her with it, coupled with the pains he was making her feel on her v.

But a scar on the neck was so vague and common. A lot of Alpha’s acquired scars from battle, especially on the neck since it's a lethal weak spot for werewolves. She knew pointing him out would be just as hard as telling a tamaskan different from a wolf. But she had to find him. She couldn't abort this part of the mission no matter how bad she wanted to. According to the goddess, this alpha was the only one who could save her from herself. She got a glimpse of it 2 nights ago. It felt like she was going to die when the heat spread all throughout her.

It holds me in so much of a trance that I reach out and trace the outlines of his face with my finger, wishing I could somehow will Vincent's schemes into existence from doing it. The wineglass beside me is half-empty, its contents sour on my tongue, and I find that the taste mirrors the churn in my gut. I'm thinking about power, about revenge, about the intricate web that Vincent has woven around Vieuti to wrap it around his finger-and how I'm going to cut every thread until it is all mine. Poetic justice. Yes, that's the word for it. Marcus's words echo in my mind: 'Vincent is the real king now. '

His nails ripped against the ground. “Enough! He’s just a boy!” Seraphina cried, rushing forward. But the King’s voice was unyielding. “He must endure. If he cannot conquer this, he cannot rule.” The pain was unbearable. Sebastian thought death would claim him then and there. But at the breaking point, the fire inside him roared to life. His body shifted, rebuilt itself bone by bone. When silence fell, a massive wolf stood in his place. Its fur was midnight black, glossy like obsidian. Its eyes burned with unnatural light, piercing and fierce. Gasps filled the hall. Even Alaric faltered for a heartbeat, awe flickering in his usually cold eyes.

a student said it loud enough for her to hear and there was laughter everywhere. “Why would she even come back here?”A girl whispered, loud enough for people to hear. “Even the ugliest thing in the world is more presentable than her.” There was laughter, they weren't so loud to the hearing of the teachers and principal, but their piercing eyes said everything. “She thinks using the scarf to cover her scars will help anything, maybe she should have been burnt in the fire,” a student mocked. “I heard she screamed for hours during the fire and half her hair is gone”, another student echoed

“It’s the Blood Moon. And under its light, the forest changes. The shadows twist. And the prey... is unlike anything you've hunted before.” His words sank in like ice. “This prey has been corrupted by dark magic. It’s fast, it’s lethal, and it will fight back. Your job is to catch it. Simple enough. But remember... not everyone comes back.” A murmur swept through the crowd. Jayson let the silence hang before finishing with a cruel smile. “No mercy. No alliances. Each of you will face the creature alone. And whoever succeeds earns honor for their pack and a place among its strongest, no matter their rank.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

I whisper. The leader crouches in front of me, his red eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. My breath stops. His head tilts. “ Your scars. Our king will want to see them.” My heart thunders in my chest. Why would a king—any king—want someone like me? He gestures to the others. “Take her.” One steps forward, reaching for my arm. “No!” I jerk back instinctively. But before he touches me, the forest rips open with a deafening snarl.