Scab Scar Knight Novels & Stories

One of the men merely stole a glance at his comrades, his frame visibly shaking. Kaelus took a step closer, halting right in front of the center knight. A prominent, jagged scar ran right across the man's left eyebrow. "You," Kaelus said softly. He tilted his head down slightly, locking the man in place with crimson eyes that burned like a dangerous fire. "You're the one who took my knight's finger." The knight's face drained of color, but he tried to harden his jaw. "I was only following orders, Grand Duke."

, he then gestured me to follow him and said "come along.” He stepped outside with me beside him. The air was cooler now. The sun was going down. As we walked, Cobra pointed at a man sitting near a log with a guitar resting on his lap. “That’s Scorpion,” he said quietly. “The burn scar on his face was from a car accident years back. He used to play in shows although he was not famous, but he tried.” Scorpion noticed us looking and gave a shy wave. His scar ran across his cheek like melted wax. He smiled anyway.

"Well, that changed when I became your number one knight." George rolled his eyes. His feet moved again and took him to stand in front of the dirty knight. "You could always ask for something better to wear." "What? Too dirty for your liking, your majesty?" Anthony chuckled, shoving the king gently. Anthony liked his attire. His ripped black jeans with custom made knee pads over them. The leather strap across his chest that held a sword or a bow (it depended on the day, really). The metal chest pad over his green sweater—the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muddy and scarred arms after each day. The black cloak tied around his neck. It was just him, and he couldn't imagine himself in anything

He needs the know what he is getting his self into. Oh God help me. How will Chris take the news. Did Emery do the right thing Will Chris ever forgive the twins for for deceiving him. Don't forget to vote and comment

Scar man reaches his pocket to take out his hand gun but Jace already has his hand around his neck , choking him . Suddenly he grunts and jerks back his hand , staring at it . It was all red , and seemed to be turning slightly black . " Wolfsbane ? " Jace grins and grabs Scar man's face , digging his thumbs into his eyes . I look away . At a certain point the terror isn't that paralyzing anymore and the senses kick in , causing a flight or fight reaction . I don't know which one I was doing right now . So that's what Scar man was applying all over himself . Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane .

Brandon Knight had lost his genuine concern for other people. His so-called pals were OK, but he was well aware that none of them would be really concerned if he vanished from the face of the world. His father didn't care about him or know anything about him, his mother abandoned him, his uncle abused him, and his aunt kicked him out of the house. He would occasionally throw himself pity parties and go through periods of self-destruction. He and Kevin would get so inebriated that they would start hitting on guys in bars. He would use bricks to smash the windshields of people's cars as they drove by. He'd challenge anyone to have a fuck with him. Possibly, if some jerk had enough balls, someo

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

as he walked towards me with a twinkle in his eye. As I continued to run down the stairs, I couldn’t help but think about how quiet the house seemed without Bronx, Benji and Baylor here with us. Although I’m sure if they were here, I would never have anything to eat; they were like garbage disposals when it came to food, eating anything and everything. The interesting thing about them is while they are triplets, they are not identical. It is extremely rare in the werewolf community to have this, hence why I believe they were chosen to go to the Knights League. The Knights League is a group of specialized warriors hand-chosen to support and protect special wolves blessed by our Moon Goddess.

“Oh, my God. That son of a bitch.” “You know who did this?” Knight asked. His voice was filled with rage. His eyes just glowed, scaring the crap out of me. “Easy before you turn into a wolfy.” “I will kill him,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw working. “Not now, Knight.” I winced when I tried to look at the infected skin. “It hurts a lot. Like someone tried to pull my flesh out of my bones.” I fell back in bed. “Relax. I will call the doctor,” Kailin volunteered.

So it was their training dress-up! I gulped when my eyes moved on Kael's shirtless body. His chest was hard and perfect with abs. He had muscles that no warrior's body could compare. I was speechless seeing his perfect body, which women in the Night Fall Pack usually worshipped. However, one thing caught my eye. It was a scar on his ribcage. On his fair skin like milk, there was a red line like a sharp thorn. My eyes were fixed on the red scare. It looked like someone stabbed him, and he got stitches there.