Novel & Cerita King Of Scars Series

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

“You’re his target as much as anyone else.” Scar’s lips parted as if to argue, but no words came. Instead, his shoulders sagged, the weight of my words sinking in. He looked down, his hand brushing over the scar that ran across his cheek—a mark of battles past, a reminder of his vulnerability. “If what you’re saying is true,” he said finally, his voice low, “why should I trust you? You stormed into my kingdom, attacked my men—”

The King’s eyes darkened again, and he growled so loudly that the werewolves around them took a step back as they held their heads low. “What? What is it?” Lucianne frantically asked, equally alarmed. She felt the scar on her arm with her left hand but she wasn’t sure what the fuss was about so she looked at the King in confusion, whose onyx eyes were still glued there. He pushed her left hand away gently and started tracing the scar with his fingers. Lucianne fought through the pleasurable sparks erupting from that area. With his eyes still fixed there, he asked in a low, homicidal tone, “Who did this?”

But then with a determined look, he closes the distance between them before he picks her up into his arms, “...sorry, but this is safer... bear it with me?” His voice gets lower as he speaks. He keeps his eyes low and away from hers. He said it as a question, but he turned his face to the other side as if he was... afraid of her answer. He is helping her, yet all he thinks is how she hates his touch. Scar has never seen Sebastian Knight, the man above everyone, the king of the city, feeling so inferior. It almost makes him look...fragile. “You...they really are not your people?” Scar blurts a mumble.

“Oh, wow. That’s so crazy. Gosh, my head hurts already. I don’t want to think about anything.” “It’s okay, I understand,” June nodded. “I’m sure the reason he kidnapped Luke was because he knew Luke knew everything you knew.” Elena sighed. “He’ll be fine, right?” “I’m sorry. I can’t promise you anything,” June replied, her gaze shifting from Elena. “Conor is scarier than you could ever imagine. He has no human feelings whatsoever. I mean, look at us, both tied up here without even knowing where or-” “Shh,” Elena cut June off. “I hear footsteps.”

Those are, The magic system: Scarlett’s powers, her tattoo, Danis, Maya, and that strange vision she had when Danis was getting rid of Priam’s curse. The Alpha King: I mentioned this a good amount of times, about Scarlett wanting Roman to be Alpha King, about Hunter wanting to be Alpha King, about the Alpha King shifting and rising from Roman’s pack because of Scarlett’s presence in the pack. I will explain all of those. The connections: I know some things aren’t clear on how they’re connected to each other, so I'll input that too. If you have any other areas of confusion on what has happened, so far, please add a comment under this post. I’ll explain as much as I can based on what has happe

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr

he sighed and laughed nervously, "Nothing to be jealous of," Keith nodded to the guards, who opened the doors, which led to the royal garden. The king stepped outside and closed his eyes for a moment to let the gentle breeze caress his skin. Goosebumps haunted Keith's body when he saw the large scar crossing Kenneth's right eye. Now that the king closed it, Keith could see it clearer; it was deeper than he thought and still red as if he only got it recently. The wound cut his eyebrow in half and travelled down his eyelid to his cheek. It was scary, yet it gave the king a special aura. That scar had a story, one he feared to learn about.