Novel & Cerita King Of Scars Series

I whisper. The leader crouches in front of me, his red eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight. My breath stops. His head tilts. “ Your scars. Our king will want to see them.” My heart thunders in my chest. Why would a king—any king—want someone like me? He gestures to the others. “Take her.” One steps forward, reaching for my arm. “No!” I jerk back instinctively. But before he touches me, the forest rips open with a deafening snarl.

I could only imagine what he was seeing. Scars and claw marks from my brief interactions with the Hunters over the years marred my once flawless skin. My recent interaction with them left me with a deep claw mark from the top of my right shoulder to the lower left side of my back. Every time I moved felt like I ripped it open again. I gingerly slipped my arms through my bra straps before unhooking it and letting it fall to the ground with my shirt. Instinctively, I covered my front with my arms, feeling vulnerable to the watching eyes behind me. A low, predatory, possessive growl filled the room, and I flinched as the King’s aura flared. His footsteps were near quiet as he approached my back

That was the scar that broke me free from this family. The last scar that made me a king! “This is the scar that I cherish the most. It was the scar I got from proving my worth and becoming the Lycan king.” I said, and she smiled at the scar. I can't tell if she was doing it intentionally or not, but she began to rub the scar, and it was so close to my torso. Her touch was light but sexually magical. It was raising the demon in me, and I didn't want her to stop, nor did I want to pounce on her.

He wasn't yet finish with those scavengers who dared trespass his kingdom uninvited. Walking so slowly while deliberately dropping all the black metals from him, his red eyes were overwhelmed with much darkness now that Hakyi and Osiris had felt their wounds opening up while they put a safe distance from the king. They opened the door for the king, revealing those purple people in the floor with eight of those heavily injured scavengers. They all shivered for the man in front of them was different from the king for the previous meeting. On his left hand was the blue flame again licked with dark fire and the scavengers knew that hell's fire was far more heavenly than this king's dark flame

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 to his face. "Your scars are not something to be ashamed off, 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..."

They shot suspicious looks around them as they walked, not trusting anything or anyone that they saw, and thanked Christ that to a man, they were armed. Scars told Elle to put the call through to the bar manager’s office, then sat at his desk and waited for the phone to ring. As he did, all he could think about was Zoe and Keira, how much he fucking missed them. He’d sent them to one of King’s safe houses – which one and where, he had no idea, for their own safety – and they were now being guarded by two of King’s Men. Scars hated every single fucking thing about having to do it, but for as long as he lived, he’d never forget the sight of Keira screaming and crying in Saint’s arms, and Vixen

He paused as if he was taking in my appearance, I was forced to look at my feet, the grass suddenly seemed interesting. “The rumors are true after all” he finally said. The rumors? What rumors? I should have known the rumors had not died. Scar said nothing. “A werewolf as a mate for a lycan King, the goddess did find something unique to make such a match” he said thoughtfully before stretching out his hand. I took it nervously noticing how his hand swallowed mine. “Alpha Alphonso, Scar here is like a son to me. I grew up with his father” he explained,

“He won’t come for me. Just because I’m his little plaything doesn’t mean he’ll risk everything.” The scarred man stepped closer, crouching down so we were eye level. “Then let’s start with the first reason. The Kings are working on new drugs. Do you know where their factory is?” I stared at him, jaw clenched. My arms burned behind my back, and my leg was screaming. I needed time. Any distraction. “I’m thirsty,” I said flatly. “You bitch—” The scarred man moved like he was going to hit me again, but the other one grabbed his arm, stopping him.

The king who had ordered rooms and care vanished behind the father who had not stopped looking at me as if he feared someone would remember he was happy and punish him for it. He came to me and took my hand. Just that. His fingers closed around mine, warm and firm, and my chest tightened so quickly I nearly forgot to breathe. He did not grip hard. He did not pull. He simply held my hand like he needed proof I was still there. Like he did not want me out of his sight. I looked down at our joined hands. His hand was bigger than mine. Stronger. Scarred in places, though not like Victor’s scars. These were king’s scars. Battle scars. Old fire. Old claws. Old blades, maybe. A life lived before cr

On the inside, I slipped back into his mind, searching for his actual next move. What I got instead almost made me laugh. His thoughts were loud and painfully childish. [Look at her face. She’s terrified of me. I look so powerful right now. The lighting probably makes my jawline look incredible. Everything is finally falling into place. Tomorrow, when I finish them all and take everything Scars owns, the entire underworld will know my name. I’m the king.] I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my expression steady. Dominic stopped in front of Scars and slapped him across the face. Scars’s head turned sharply to the side, but he did not react otherwise. Slowly, he faced forward again, s