Novel & Cerita Precious Scars Destiny 2

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

He didn't just own the city; he controlled its lifeblood. Her trembling hands reached for his shirt, the first button slipping through her fingers. She fumbled with it for a few moments before finally unbuttoning it, revealing his taut muscles beneath. The scars that came on her sight were marred on his skin like they were symbols of battles fought and won, a constant reminder of who he was—a conqueror in the underworld. One particularly nasty scar ran across his ribs, the stitches still visible in the dim light.

I heard the girl yell from distance. "There is no use in killing it because it can't be killed" she added. I wasted no time in running as fast my leg could take me I grabbed the the girls hand and we both ran together until I got to the stairs. Quickly, we climbed the stairs leading us out of the death hole.. I opened the door and immediately the beast was about to get out I locked it and began to pant heavily. "Thanks" she said, breathing heavily next to me and I nodded. "I found him" I heard the voice of Destiny say.

A blackened scar now marked the spot where his mate bond used to be—an eternal brand from the severed contract. “No… This is impossible…” he trembled, unable to accept reality. “You are my Luna. You can’t defy….” “The will of the Moon Goddess?” I sneered, my laugh filled with endless sorrow and mockery. I pulled out one last thing. An ancient scrying stone, pulsing with the soft light of the moon. It was the sanctuary’s most precious treasure, said to reveal any truth hidden by dark magic. “Since you don’t believe the healer’s report,” I raised the stone, using my remaining strength to declare, “then let the Moon Goddess herself show you what you betrayed, what you hurt, what you destroyed w

"Shouldn't you say something else?" "Should I?" He patted his hair as he looked at her with a tilted smile. "Take a bath and I'll help you with your injuries." She said. "Imogen would heal it overtime." He said. "But there'll be scars..you shouldn't leave scars all over your body." She shook her head. "Scars are a mark of victories." "Not today's scars." She moved closer to him, "These are marks of distraction." She whispered and raisedd her brows, her eyes brightening like the sun. Xandros's expression darkened as he stared at her.

I murmured, pulling back. “This is Scarlett,” she said, gesturing towards the hazel-eyed woman. “The last female survivor of the Obsidian Claw pack. She is the one who will perform the ritual to break the curse.” I finally stared at her—really stared at her—and Goddess, my breath seized completely. She was so effortlessly beautiful. I knew her staying at the Forest of Evil meant no constant bath, no skincare products or routine, and definitely no body-nourishing meals, but her skin glowed better than mine. Her hair was long and tangled.

I narrate to him how Scott cheated on me and he just curses " How could that sorry for a man cheat on you a beautiful girl like you? I mean look at you Nicole you have everything, a good figure,your skin colour, you have a nice hair and a beautiful heart , trust me every dude out there I longing just to hold you into their hands, you're like red tulips to me" I just blush,this is my boss who is not only recognising my beauty but also appreciating it. Scott has never showered me with these sweet compliments and it's taking me everything to love his company.

A sense of rightness and completion settled in my core. We held each other, panting, for a long while. Both of us spent. I must have dozed because I woke to Lysander tracing his fingertip over my skin. I lifted my arm to see the double crescent shaped mark that had already healed leaving a pale metallic gold scar. My gaze latched onto his chest. The scar there was the same. The golden color shimmered in the moonlight that filtered through the glass ceiling. “It’s beautiful,” I said. “It is.”

So we went through it, my heart heavy. Scarlett was Luna of Obsidian. Demetrius had funded their war. Scarlett and Skylar were holed up in a castle. And their warriors were marching on innocent packs. It gave me motivation to heal and return. But I still hadn’t found Eden. We went through the white gate. And this time….we landed right in the middle of hell.

Her presence was both comforting and terrifying. Her voice was a soft, urgent whisper. “Abbey, Luna of the Red Moon Pack. The girl who bleeds gold. The Moon Goddess’s blessing. Danger lurks in the shadows. Your mate, Jeremy, is marked for death.” A chill shot through me. The vision came fast, too fast. Jeremy stood tall, strong as ever, but he was surrounded—snarling wolves with blood-red eyes, their fangs bared, their hunger undeniable. Behind them, a rival Alpha’s gaze burned with cruel ambition.