Novel & Cerita Scab Scar Knight

I eyed the thick scar that ran vertically up his throat and jaw, ending just below his cheekbone. “Mav’s a bit of a legend around these parts. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” Knight teased from where he leaned against the garage door, his hands fisted in the pockets of his frayed jeans. “Maverick the Butcher. Maverick the Rogue. Maverick, slaughterer of—” “I think she gets it.” Damon murmured. “If you and Caius continue to ruin my fun then perhaps I’ll run away.” Caius cut him a dry look, “Don’t go doing us any favor’s now.”

Behind my battered shield, I cried out a surrender a few more times that fell on deaf ears. The old knight, disinterested, continued to drink again. Each strike from Scarlet sent shudders through my arms, the pain intensifying with every blow. Her rage seemed unbounded, her strikes relentless. As my shield cracked and splintered under her fury, I realized the precariousness of my position. With one final, powerful swing, Scarlet obliterated the remains of my shield. “Wait!!”

The guy in black made to remove whatever the thing on his back was. “Hey, stop it.” The voice that had halted the man set Sophia’s teeth on edge. It came from a male Knight standing on the underside of a branch of the same tree Zain was sitting in. He had dark hair, a scar on his forehead, and two swords strapped to his back. But his eyes, the cold jade eyes were dead. The only thing she could see in them was thinly controlled bloodlust. ‘How did I not notice him?’ she thought as he continued speaking.

So for now, I decided not to elaborate on the matter. Once he was finished with my knees, he stood, studying me. “Do you have any physical discomfort elsewhere?” he asked. I hesitated, thinking back to the scars on my back. They’d still been bothering me; the tainted ointment had left them itchy and inflamed, even though it had been ages since it happened, and they still weren’t healing properly. I feared that such injuries might affect my ability to become a Warrior, so I nodded and said, “I have these… scars on my back. They haven’t healed properly. Could you take a look at them?”

" The knight screamed angrily and tossed him up and down on the hard floor without waiting for an explanation. Before lying flat on the floor, her blackmailer arched his back for a brief moment. His body remained motionless, and all he did was look blankly into the haze before passing out. Kayla couldn't look at his bloody face anymore because he was now lying face up in front of her. He had a completely disfigured face and resembled a rotten zombie. Kayla shrieked when she saw it. She was terrified and she immediately shut her eyes and began pleading with the knight to help her. "Please assist me in getting out of this place! Please! My fiancée will be ecstatic. I'll tell him you were the o

"What were you about to say?" "Knight didn’t kill his mother," I repeat, deciding I didn’t owe Alexi or even Veronica anything anymore. "And after his mother’s death, Veronica attempted to kill Knight; that’s why he has that tattoo on his throat." After the attempted murder, Knight grew very self-conscious about the scar that was left, and when he turned eighteen, he got a tattoo over it in order to hide it from the world since it represented his past weakness. "Alexi and the pack knew that Veronica was behind the attempted assassination, but they turned a blind eye to it, claiming that it was nothing more than a test gone wrong."

"State your name and business!" "I am the Shadow Knight," he replied, letting power resonate through the words. "I seek Lord Blackmoor's heir. We share common enemies." The scouts exchanged glances. One wheeled his mount, galloping back toward the keep. The others formed a loose circle, blessed crossbows trained on him but fingers carefully off triggers. "You're the one from the stories," another scout said. "The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads."

'Sorry, still working on fixing you up,' Zanthe mutters in my mind. Luna Allison rushes to help me her touch gentle, “careful, you’re still in a bad way, here let me help” avoiding the splint on my arm, she gently helps me to sit up straighter. I turn to look at her, “how bad is it?” she stops, looking at me, before glancing at her husband. When she turns back to me her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. “The doctor says you’re recovering well, they have used a special paste on your back to help speed up your heeling, but there was a lot of damage. Be…because it was silver and wolfsbane there will be quite a bit of scarring I’m afraid.” She trails off.

They’d done it before; they could and would do it again. “Drop your shields, Bones,” Knight ordered in a voice that caught painfully in his throat. He wasn’t looking at Bones—couldn’t, really. All his attention was focused on Kira's half-lidded empty green eyes and the puddle of blood soaking into the ground around her head like a gruesome halo, one limp hand curled beneath the wound in her neck. The pressure hovering over his body faded away, Bones' power receding. Knight heard the meaty sound of something hard hitting a body and contained his flinch. He’d apologize to Bones later, when they were home and safe and away from this goddamn nightmare.

And I had chosen him — the one man strong enough, loyal enough, to handle what I required in secret. “Come closer,” I said. He stepped forward until his boots touched the edge of the rug. I reached up and tugged at his shirt. “Remove it.” Garrick pulled the linen over his head, revealing a chest carved with muscle, scarred from countless battles. My mouth watered at the sight. “On your knees,” I ordered softly. The massive knight dropped without hesitation. Even kneeling he was nearly my height. I opened my robe, letting it fall from my shoulders. His eyes darkened as they took in my naked body.