Scab Scar Knight Novels & Stories

I tell him feeling tears fill my eyes, after the whole Devil situation, I’m not ready to lose my friend either, I don’t want to ever be that lonely again, being alone is scary, it hurt so badly. “Don’t worry, I won’t die” he says with a smile making me breath in relief, he’s not going to die on me, thank god. “Want to hear the rest of the story?” he asks, now I’m interested, I really wanna hear the rest, I know he’s not a boxer anymore, he never shows up with any kind of bruises, he’s a good guy, unless he wins often.

For a while, I thought my heart was going to break. “Ryder…” “I know!” he interrupted. “I’m Ryder Van Woodsen, right?” “You’re my knight in shining armor, Ryder. But I don’t believe in fairy tales anymore. I don’t want to wake up one day and find myself shattering to pieces again. Bryan broke me, and you fixed me. If I break because of you, I don’t think I can be fixed again. So please, I would rather have you in my life, as a dear friend. And I will love you forever.”

“You bitch! Don’t you embarrass me in this crowd. You think you could ignore me just because you have fair skin?!” “Let go of me!” Annabelle pulled her arm back but the grip was obviously stronger that hers. “You maniac!” “Hey! What’s this all about?” said the knight in shining armour in a camouflage. “Do you have issues with this child, Mister?” he added in a threatening voice. The man let her arm go when the soldier snatch the back of his collar making him choke. She winced in pain and felt her arm swollen by the rough grip. “N-no, Sir! We were just having a good time here.”

Call me crazy or dramatic, whatever you like, but if I spent the next hour without Xander paying me any mind, I just might pass out. I had spent the nights that followed that unfortunate incident in deep thoughts and with barely any sleep. No matter how hard I tried to shake it off, it just didn't budge. In fact, the more I tried to put it out of my mind and pretend it was all a terrible nightmare, the more the weight of Xander's words pressed against my being. “She's my mate, Sabrina.” Xander's words echoed in my ear. “Kieran is my mate.” Despite the fact that it had been days since he yelled the words in my face, I still didn't believe it. I refused to. What the hell did he mean by Kieran

It started to be complicated when he-- the unknown and psychotic leader of the organization where I belong since I was seven is after me. No one knows him, not even his voice. The only thing that binds us together is our blood. The organization that's ruled by bloodline. He's the faceless man who twisted everything from the start and one who ruled the organization for eight years, the twelfth Morgan who reigned for a short time and also known as the Phantom of the organization. I admire him too much back then. He worked behind the shadows. He succeed in maintaining the stability of the organization for eight years and made the Thanatos the most powerful organization that made in history. Tha

The others could not move from what they witnessed and their feet seemed to be buried where they were standing. After a while Zera's grip seemed to loosen. Gavin caught the girl who had lost consciousness in less than a second. "Don't worry I think he's afraid of blood," Clayton told him, seeming to calm him down. Gavin couldn't believe what had happened and seemed to have lost his patience. He knew that the princess was not inside that van and it made his head hot after he didn't understand why he seemed to explode when he saw Zera with a knife pointed at her neck followed by a bit of blood dripping on her neck and that doubled his sanity.

"I will fight till my child has a father." She couldn't help move her hand down to her stomach, where the scar lay's hidden under her wedding dress. She has nothing to fight for? The reason of her fight...the very basis of her fight no longer there. She tried so hard..... coming too far from where she started. Yet it all ended where it began. Leaving her with nothing except this long scar. The scar worse than the one on her face. The scar that did what no other scar could. The scar that ended Vivian Klein completely to leave a broken shell.

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

" But thanks to you I was able to throw away the garbage!" I noticed Noah chained down in shackles, looking at me with begging eyes. Did he think that the woman he left me would treasure him? Like for real, Noah you were just a chess piece in this game of vampires! " Knights, what are you waiting for? Kill her immediately!" Scarlett ordered, moving backwards from me. The knights circled around me , cornering me inside. They had sharp blades in their hands and their fangs were ready to bite me. I could see their blood red eyes hidden beneath the hoods.

" The only sound left in the room was the steady ticking of the machines. I turned away and carefully put the irises into the vase by Mom's bed. He stood up slowly, quietly. "Remember to put ointment on your knee when you get home. It's scraped." The door closed softly behind him. I thought I heard a muffled sob. However, maybe it was just my imagination. Back home, my daughter gently put ointment on my knee. I patted her head, turned on the computer, and started writing a new post. Title: [About Camila and the Road I Took.] She should have known I would not let it go if she exposed me.