Scar From Wuthering Waves Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gasped as I grunted and coughed. I kept begging him out of fear of what he might do but he just scoffed with disgust. "What a rat" he said and everyone laughed. "I, Lucas Culkin, reject you, Kieran Franklin as my mate" he said and surprised gasps erupted from the crowd. I screamed from the pain I felt in my chest as our mate bond broke and my wolf howled in my head as well. I gripped my chest from the pain I felt as he stared at me with that same disgust and kicked me in my ribs again.

I clenched my jaw as I spoke, breaking the nervous silence. "Ugly?" "No," he said, his voice lower and somewhat puzzled. "Familiar." That made me freeze. I dared to look at him. Not through my lashes. Not timid. I met his eyes. Those unnerving eyes. His expression didn't change, but something flickered—like memory brushing against the surface of recognition. He reached up slowly. I flinched, but he didn't stop. His fingers brushed my cheek—right over the scar. I stood there, doing my best to breathe.

Maxwell’s POV I had never seen anything like it. Scarlett’s entire body ignited in green flames, consuming her clothes in an instant. My heart pounded, and I panicked, dropping to my knees beside her. I tried to cover her with snow, hoping to smother the fire, but it melted the moment it touched her skin, steam rising around her in furious clouds. The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape.

I swallowed the bitterness of seeing them together, it tasted sour and oh, did it burn down my throat like lava! Malric didn’t even look at me when he shook his head. They walked away, chatting and clinging together like lovebirds. The scorching pain sliced through my heart, but it was nothing compared to the writhing pain I felt like that night. I squirmed in my bed, my wolf was restless, growling and scratching against my spine. I tried to push the thought out of my mind, completely ignoring it if possible. But each wave of pain that swept through my feeble body only made me think about it more. I knew what this was, I knew why it was happening, even though I have never felt it before.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

Then, I watch Luca at alert. His pupils were dilated. I knew that happened when his wolf resurfaced. It was insanely impossible. Yet, I had to ask. “Who are you?” I asked immediately. An evil smirk replayed at his facial structures. It was so evident that this was not the Luca I knew. His forehead was abnormally shiny and veins were at the lower part of his eye. They also looked pale. “My name is Scar.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A/n I just thought I should update for you all. Don’t forget to leave a five-star review and comment your thoughts. *Winks*

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.

It will look so weird. Scar got up as her slumber got disturbed by the slam and her eyes widen upon looking outside the window. I got startled when the door immediately opened and smol and dick started running away screaming. What the hell is going on? I sat up on the seat and peered outside the window. An excited gasp escaped my mouth as my wide hazel green eyes fell on a magnificent huge wolf with the blackest smooth fur that my hand craved to feel, with the most beautiful oddly familiar silver eyes with specks of black that carried a storm with in them.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

My world was closing in on itself as my brain replayed what happened on that tragic night. "I'll give in." "I will protect her with my life and make sure she doesn't suffer. If I go back on my promise, I'll die a terrible death!" As I was lost in thought, the reflection of light off a blade caught my eye. The sound of a woman screaming cut my recollections short. When I came back to the present, Quentin Stewart, my stepbrother, had slashed Selene's face. She shrieked and cupped her cheek. Blood oozed out from between her fingers. Selene stumbled over to Caleb, burrowing into his arms.