Scar From Wuthering Waves Novels & Stories

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."

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

If it’s angry, it can hurt us, and this wolf does not look happy. We don’t have a choice when I feel a huge weight slam onto my back. It knocks me to the ground. My wolf turns and tries to bite the huge wolf, but he immediately clamps his jaws around our neck, holding us down without piercing the skin. He growls, his jaw tightening, asserting dominance. My wolf stops fighting and goes still, showing submission. She knows we’re not strong enough to fight this wolf. The big wolf slowly loosens his jaw and backs away. I immediately know it’s Colt. He has a scar on his eye that, even in his werewolf form, is noticeable. Feeling a bit more relaxed, my wolf gives me back control and I shift.

And I was thankful for that. SKYLAR'S POV:- I was sitting on my bed, chewing my nails nervously. It had been an hour since Adam left. I was not sure if she would be back or not. I frowned as I suddenly tasted something bitter in my mouth. "Looks like he came back empty handed." I heard Scarlett, my wolf excited voice. Yes, my wolf woke up the very day I was mated with Adam. She was very wild and wonderful. She had big brown fur and orange eyes. She was not as tall as Anika's wolf, but she was very beautiful. Her tail was long and furry. I really loved her.

he said, smoothing down his shirt as if to prepare himself for a press conference, "The one whose throne you and your dead baby tried to snatch…Cassandra. " My heart stopped. "Cassandra?" His smirk widened. "She has everything I need - class,beauty, self esteem. Something you never really had." Eddie lunged forward like he would throw a punch, but I grasped weakly at his arm. "Don't." My voice shook. My body shook. Everything inside me felt shattered. Jake turned his back and walked away, stopping only at the door. "Get well soon, Natalie," he chirped, as if waylaid by some small talk, and he walked out, leaving destruction in his wake.

Scars already marking his skin knowing silver affects wolf very much. “Your friend is stupid, Eve. She thinks that she can take you from me. No one, I repeat, no one will take you from me. You’re mine and only mine.” Eve felt her whole world darkens when she felt a strong whiff of wind as a large axe had been slam next to her. Eve knew what was cut but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to believe it but she had to see it. Her body shivers as she turns. A pain so unbearable, emotion so deep with guilt and anguish just burst from her chest. She started screaming like a woman possessed seeing Ariadne’s lifeless eyes looking back at her like Damien. Her head is separated from her body and Vlad was k

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

Marco sneered, lunging at me and tearing at my clothes. I fought back with everything I had, trying to buy myself time. Thanks to all the chores Bianca used to make me do, I was stronger than I looked. For a moment, Marco couldn't overpower me. He cursed, his movements becoming rougher. Just as my strength was about to give out— BOOM! With a massive crash, the solid hotel room door was kicked off its hinges, wood splinters flying everywhere. Caspian appeared in the doorway like a god of vengeance, radiating a fury that promised hell.

But a scar on the neck was so vague and common. A lot of Alpha’s acquired scars from battle, especially on the neck since it's a lethal weak spot for werewolves. She knew pointing him out would be just as hard as telling a tamaskan different from a wolf. But she had to find him. She couldn't abort this part of the mission no matter how bad she wanted to. According to the goddess, this alpha was the only one who could save her from herself. She got a glimpse of it 2 nights ago. It felt like she was going to die when the heat spread all throughout her.