King Of Scars Series Novels & Stories

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.”

Not going to fucking happen IM KiNG and I candle my shit on my own. I tilt my head to the side and glance at his son Archer. “I don’t need my daddy to hold my hand for business deals,” Archer smirks. “You’re right! He’s the one,” Archer tells Dwayne. The one for what? Am I missing something? “As you know Dominic we don’t do much business with your world,” Archer says. I nod. Everyone knows the Lycan king is the King of all Kings and the most powerful. “We’ve gained a small pack just outside your territory, ever heard of Red Dawn?”

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.

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.

“I don’t…” “He’s burnin’, baby girl.” “No,” she said shaking her head, blank and dazed. An EMT appeared out of nowhere, gently lifted Keira out of her arms and started CPR, and she looked at him in confusion. “But…” That was when Scars began to scream. And Zoe knew, knew with everything that she had, that her beautiful, shining avenging angel had just had his wings burned right off him. He was on fire. ****

“You all should say something else because that tale is as old as time. Just one slave and suddenly, I am a bad guy?” I watched the blank look on Blaise. Not bothered by it. He has always had that look when I talk to him about Noura and me. “Let's get this over with.” I cleared my throat. “We got an Intel yesterday on the Rogues.” I brought out a brown envelope from the drawer. I tossed it towards Blaise. “The Rogue King?” Blaise looked at me, confusion oblivious in his eyes as he stared at the open note. “Yes,” I said. They have a new king now and he's no other than Scarface. The Scarface every coward fears."

“It’s fine. I’ve had these scars for a while. I’ll just… do as I usually would back in the Downfall Pack and lay low. You can find someone else to act as your beloved, instead.” I felt my wolf crying out in denial at the idea, and I didn’t care. To start with, I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to be away from everything. Be where I can be at peace. I am grateful for the king saving me, but I don’t want to have anything to do with him. In fact, he was better off without me. He has his harem, too; he could make one of them- namely Aileen- his new mate. I felt the grip on my arm tighten, though, as the Lycan King suddenly pulled me into his arms. “From what my friend told me, it should also he

Drop it before you sound like an insane woman. I cleared my throat and squared my shoulder. “How… how did you get that scar?” Her smile came slow…sad, almost fond, like she was remembering something bittersweet instead of brutal. “It was a very sad day. One of the worst, actually.” She touched the edge of the scar lightly with two fingers, almost absentminded. “The king got drunk. Really drunk. He wanted to attack you…Abby. You’d said something that set him off. I stepped in front. His claws came out before he could stop himself. Ripped right across here.”

“And yes, I’d prefer she didn’t get burned. Isn’t that normal when you care for someone? You don’t want them to be in pain. But if you’re asking whether the appearance of your scars bothers me, then I can easily say no.” I stared at the king, unsure of what to think or feel. Part of me wanted to believe him, but I was scared to. What if he turned around one day and said he hated how I looked? What would that do to me? “How old were you?” he inquired. “Those scars look quite old.” “I was ten.” “Shit,” he replied. “Then you couldn’t have gone through your first change yet.” I shook my head and turned away, swirling the liquid in my drink.

When Scar stops him. " Ah don't. Don't you remember what happened to the guards who last touched me?" They retreat their hands immediately. Realisation flooding in the eyes. King Hayden had seperated their hands from their very body. Their King was too possesive over this girl. " Umm we are sorry. Forgive us." Scar nods. Looking up to find other werewolf women looking at her with hate. She knows what they are thinking. Living with the king of Darkness. They think she has changed.