Novel & Cerita King Of Scars Series

I told him and retreated to my bed. Elias scoffed and took off his shirt. I went still mid step,forgetting how to breathe for a second. My blood ran cold at the sight in front of me. "What happened?" I whispered. I got no response. "Elias," I called again, "What happened to you?" "Battle scars," he said gruffly, moving about. It wasn’t just his back. It was on his chest, too. How had he not healed from his scars? He was the fucking Lycan King for Goddess' sake, what's the explanation behind this??

"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.

She didn't know how long she cried there but when she raised her eyes towards the window, the blackness of the night shows that it's a long time. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and resumed bathing him. A fierce feeling to protect him filled her system. She ran the wet rag from his neck down to his chest, massaging the scars carefully. How could he have ever thought that people will find him repulsive because of his scars? She paused and looked up at his face. "Your scars are not something to be ashamed of, My King. They are battle scars. They are not repulsive, instead, they show just how brave you were. They show the lion in you more than the crown on your head ever will..."

Will they stop the war that is coming or are they the start of it? My name is Scarlett King, and I am nearly eighteen. I am the first daughter of the Vampire king Dominic and his Werewolf Queen Seraphina. I am a hybrid of both vampire and werewolf, so I have the traits from both, even though my vampire is slightly stronger. My wolf Ruth is a healer. She heals me if I get injured and she loves helping and healing others. My vampire Cara she is hard to describe. She is very quiet, cunning, and can be very cryptic when wanting me to do something. I found out recently that as part of being a hybrid; I have a special gift, not that I would call it that. I would call it a curse, as I can get glimp

Yeah, Scars was a tough son-of-a-bitch, a dangerous man, a former one-percenter who’d done some pretty bad shit – and as an individual very much like that himself, King had eternal respect for him, and saw Scars’ decent heart under the club cut, under the ferocious scowl. Scars nodded back, gave his attention to Tessa as she spoke to him. Tessa was so bubbly and charming, and very few guys were immune to her sweetness. Sure enough, Scars suddenly smiled, and as always, the sight of something so open and warm in that badly-scarred face pierced King somehow, hit him in places and ways that surprised him. “King?” Jax had appeared out of nowhere, and now stood next to him. King jumped, surprised

She whimpers in pain from the claw mark Adam had put on her and a few bruises now marked her face. Her cries caught the attention of her guards and they enter quickly. Khalid looks murderous and his sight was on the unconscious Adam. Even Damien has disgust and a sad look for his king. Disappointment overwhelms him not understanding how his great King has become violent to a point of hurting his own mate.

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.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

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.”

He began to speak, and his words rang out with authority and passion, captivating the entire assembly. "Warriors of our realm," the King's voice echoed through the courtyard. "Today, we stand united in purpose, for one of our own has been taken from us. Marco, our Lycan King, faced a grave threat in Swiftclaw, who dared to attack his pack and take his beloved, Scarlett, away from our embrace." A murmur rippled through the warriors as the King mentioned Scarlett's name. Her abduction had left a void in our ranks, and the determination to bring her back safely fueled our hearts.