Scar From Wuthering Waves Novels & Stories

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

Looking up, I regretted thanking so soon. “Sorry,” Scarlet forced. “Didn't see you there,” she folded her arms on her chest. “I mean why would I even? There is nothing to see in you anyway,” see, this is why my guts were not trusting her. “I don't even know why he chose you. You don't deserve him! He deserves someone like me! Strong, bold and beautiful! You don't even have a freaking wolf, you filthy rat,” she spat. I decided not to give her a reaction. Giving one would make her feel like she is winning. And I won't let her this time.

Pain flared, hot and blinding, as blood seeped through the sheer silk. Scarlett’s eyes clamped shut, tears streaming freely down her cheeks, her lips pressed tight to stifle the scream clawing at her throat, defiance locked behind gritted teeth, her silver hair splayed like a halo on the floor. Winter’s wolfish muzzle hovered inches from her face, his hot breath ruffling her silver hair. Her silence—neither pleas nor struggles—stoked his fury further, a snarl rumbling deep in his chest.

I didn’t have to. I knew who it was. The sound of shifting bones, the wet crack of transformation. A wolf slowing to a halt, paws dragging through the dirt. Then the scent changed. Human. My jaw tightened. I turned just as Scar staggered forward, his body still trembling from the shift. His skin was slick with sweat, his chest rising and falling in sharp, rapid breaths. He was injured—deep claw marks ran down his arms, blood soaking into the torn remains of his shirt.

She pushed him with all her strength, a growl tearing from her lips. He stumbled, he had been so focused on what he had been about to do he had not seen the steely eyes of Scarlett’s wolf or the dangerous aura that now surrounded her. She didn’t hesitate to scratch him across the face with her nails, it would take longer to finish him like this but she didn’t care, he deserved every ounce of pain she would inflict on him.

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

"Scarlett I actually want to apologize for— Herrick started but was interrupted by Scarlett's words. "Hey it's completely alright…Something must've been wrong that's why you reacted in such a way" Scarlett held his hand to provide a sense of comfort. "I let my wolf out for too long that's why it became a little bit hard to shift back..I was trying to shift back and it just happened out of control..I didn't know you would be there" Herrick explained, guilt was clearly visible in his voice. Scarlett sighed and hugged him, aware of his sensitive self.

The front yard is right across the narrow way between the two houses, and in the middle of it, two cars. Aiming at the older-looking car, Scar charges forward as fast as she can. The older type has a higher chance for her to use the old jump starting. Once got into the car, Scar gave her about 15 seconds before someone would hear the noise and come for her. So long as she-- “Ahhhh!” Scar bursts intoa scream when a guy jumps out from the side of the building, blocking her way into the front yard. Totally didn’t see that coming, Scar dashes right into his arms.

So he allowed her to whisk him away. He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hands and meeting her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, like the vanilla and chocolate wafers she'd snacked on when they were still in the city, and he deepened the kiss without hesitation. Their tongues entwined as they lost themselves in one another, the heat and need pouring from their mouths and bodies. Scar's legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled her closer, and she ran her hands over his broad shoulders. He could feel her heart racing, and he ran his hands up and down her back in a soothing gesture. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled away from her, both of them breathing quietly . "What scar is th

Clark's breath hitched. "That scar—" his voice was barely a whisper. "This scar. You've touched it countless times, haven't you?" I refastened my tunic and turned back to face him. "Every time we were in bed. Every time you said you loved me. Every time you held me." "Myrna—" "I was the one who saved you, Clark," my voice was terrifyingly calm. "I saved you with this scar that will never heal. And you gave the credit for my sacrifice to someone else."