King Of Scars Series Novels & Stories

Shadows are my domain. I tilted the glass to my lips, savoring the bitter edge of the wine as it coated my tongue, and watched the same liquid streak across her face, down her neck, and soak through her dress. Her scar gleamed under the flickering chandeliers, bared for all to see—her hideous little truth put on display like the cheap spectacle I’d orchestrated. “Seriously? That’s the Queen?” “What did His Highness see in her?” “She’s hideous.” “She’s a disgrace to the crown.” “Imagine waking up to that face every morning. Poor King Killian.” “She looks like something dragged from the gutter.”

Laylin nodded and Berilla frowned. “S9 scars... No, you must not have any scars left.” Laylin scowled at her obvious question, assuming she is asking because Laylin was a half-blood. Berilla tilted her head in confusion, “So this King of yours didn’t find it peculiar? Humans take months to heal and scars are left behind. Are you sure you sleep with him?” Laylin stared at her, wondering why too. He wasn’t surprised, in fact, he hadn’t her said anything regarding her lineage.

One was in the bathtub and the others were assisting her in her bath. Agnes silently let them scrub her back and wash her body. She sat in the bathtub without moving and letting them do their work. After a while, they made her stand and dressed her up. She felt like she was in an 80's movie that features the life of royalty. Agnes watched her bare self in the reflection of the mirror. The scars that fade away was now replaced by a new and fresh one. Her eyes wandered around her body until they found the oldest one near her stomach.

She took a step as a sign to leave although paused when he talked. “You’re not going anywhere, woman." The tone of his voice was menacing. “What—” She was cut off when he pulled her towards his car. When they both went inside the vehicle, he hastily started to take her blouse off. “Don’t touch me!” she cried out, struggling to free herself from his grip. Once he completely got her shirt off, his shock worsened. Scratches and bruises were all over Annabelle’s body! The purple mark almost entirely covered her back part.

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

The Queen nodded in satisfaction and stepped aside, revealing a Prince who never ceases to take my breath away. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to stand erect with my chin raised proudly, then I looked into his honeysuckle eyes, and swallowed. “I, River Scarrow, reject you, Densmore Rutherford, as my mate.” Immediately I stated that I felt a different type of heat. One that felt destructive and surgical. “Do you accept?” I muttered. The entire hall went silent again as all eyes turned to Densmore. His deep sunken eyes seemed to hold conflict as his lips pressed together. I held my breath, a sliver of me wishing he’d say no but then he nodded his approval.

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.

The king almost ripped my head off with his sword but I was able to slide out of harms way on time. He, rushed forward to strike again, I ducked underneath, and noticed his scar was opened and slashed successively through the wound I had observed in his thighs, causing the king to scream in pain. Everyone held their breath in peace as they hoped not to see a major upset. While the king was favoring his scar, I went full on attack mode and for each of my strike forced the king back. He blocked with his sword till I swinged my sword so hard that it broke the king's sword apart

I waved my hand and cleaned up all the blood and flesh except for the dismembered penis. "You want to keep this souvenir," I asked curiously, wiggling it in my fingers. I heard Samson chuckle and saw the king growing angry. He ripped off his eyepatch and walked in front of me. I looked up at both his eyes and smiled. A look of utter confusion flooded his face and he turned me around. I felt the shift get ripped off my body and fingers running across my shoulder blades. I heard him inhale sharply when they ran over my two scars. "Samson, come take a look," the king muttered. Samson approached my back and laughed.

I was pushed to the ground and I hiss out in pain as my back of my palm scratched on the rough rug. "Celeste" The rouge King called out to me and I looked up at him from my position. For the first time in two months, I got to the face of the man who has been causing havoc in the mythical and magical world. On the left side of his face was a nasty scar that made him look very dangerous. He glare at me as i tried getting to by feet but I was pushed by one of the men behind me,making me knee in a submissive position. I ball my hands in fist and gritted my teeth as I glared at him from the coner of my eyes. The rouge king cleared his throat and I snapped my eyes towards his.