King Of Scars Series Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE In the second book of this thrilling supernatural series, our heroine Scarlette finds herself in a dangerous new situation. No longer a goddess, she's now a powerful seer, and she's mated to the vampire king, Gabriel. But Gabriel's clan is not happy with their king's choice of mate. They demand that he either turn Scarlette or reject her, or they will kill her and demand a new vampire queen. With tensions running high and danger lurking around every corner, Scarlette and Gabriel must navigate the treacherous waters of vampire politics and fight for their love. Will they be able to overcome the odds and prove that love conquers all, or will their enemies tear them apart? Find out in

After shooting his arm, the other six men got up and wanted to attack and protect Zion, but then the Black Scorpions who were with Shawn opened fire on them, and they all died. When Zion saw that all his men were dead, he glared at Shawn with so much anger, while his arm was bleeding. "I'm going to ask you one last time, where is Queen?" "Queen.....I.....I gave her to Maka." "What the fuck is going on here, who the hell is Maka?" Shawn asked. Zion said, "Maka is... He's the king of this jungle." "The king of this jungle, huh? And what does he want with Queen?"

"Sorry, lady." She smiled before running off again with her fork in her hand. Instantly my eyes dropped to the back of my own hand where four tiny dots of scars rested in a horizontal line. Flashes of the king stabbing his own fork into my flesh shot through me and my heart rate quickened yet again. Could I really not do anything without being reminded of the king?

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!”

A cold, mocking laugh drifted back, layered with a familiarity that made my skin crawl. "Still as loud as ever, little wolf," a voice emerged from the gloom. A man stepped into the small clearing, silhouetted by the moonlight struggling through the clouds. He was lean, wearing armor made of scavenged scrap metal and bone, a heavy pulse-rifle slung over his shoulder. He looked at Dominic not with hatred, but with a predatory, amusement. I felt Dominic’s muscles lock. "Kaelen." "In the flesh," the scavenger leader replied, his eyes flickering toward me, then lingering on the glowing armor fragment in my hand. "I heard a rumors of an Alpha on the run, but I didn't think the King had been dethro

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

It was almost like she never existed in the first place. Cassian had barely slept. He was feeling her absence more than he cared to admit. Tony was starting to get really worried about him. He was hardly eating, and he snapped at every little thing. Even the maids were scared to go near him now. It was as if the famous scarred king had returned, and no one could be spared from his wrath. "S... Sir?" A timid-looking maid, Noelle, stammered as she opened Cassian's study door.

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!"

"Time they're sorry for all of this." I sat at my desk, flipped on my laptop, and opened a new folder. I titled it Project Rise. And in that script, I began making a list of every vulnerability, every threat, every weapon I had at my disposal to strike back. Victoria's business partners. Cassandra's father's company. Jake's compulsion to be number one. Anything and everything were up for grabs now. They thought I was finished. They thought I'd just vanish into thin air, marry some dull fellow or reappear in thin air.

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."