Scar From Wuthering Waves Novels & Stories

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

The voice called again, this time sharper. She quickly looked up and shouted back, “Coming, coming!” Then she started running toward the voice. Her friend was waving at her, getting closer by the second. The tension in Scarlett’s chest eased, her lips curling into a small smile. But the smile froze on her face. Because the closer she got, the clearer it became: her friend had no face. Still, the faceless girl kept waving at her like some mechanical doll, her voice turning hollow and creepy. “Scarlett… come here… come…”

Alda never turned as she kept walking while retorting coolly, "You deserved it!" "Fine! Then you don't get to blame me since you're so determined! My family is fucked anyway, so I'll take you right here—your father's never going to let anyone know what happened anyway, for the sake of reputation!" And with those words, he waved, gesturing to the driver to move. Clang! That was when several rocks tore through the windshield and the rest of the windows, knocking out the driver and grazing all of Scar's friends! Scar's left arm even twisted in an eerie angle from the impact, smacking Fosco in the head limply before Scar himself dropped to the ground, unconscious.

My back against his firm chest, he rested his head on my shoulder and gazed at Ralph in front. Scarlett trembled, her eyes widened in fear as beads of sweat streamed down her neck and forehead. Her hands were bound behind her back and her hair was disheveled, clinging to her face. Scarlett was my little sister, I never let a insect hurt her and Ralph was talking about cutting her up. I wanted to throw up. I was angry at myself. Why? WHY ME?! Scarlett’s face paled as she shook her head violently. “No, please! PLEASE! NO!”

Clara snickered with her hands covering her mouth, "Don't you know, she was caught sleeping with other ugly old men, and Ricci had dumped her." Scar never had any intention to stop, but she had to now. "Do not utter a word without knowing it." She warned, anger flickered in her eyes. "Oh yeah?" Sophia came in front. "We have heard your every truth from your own sister! Just look at you! What a pathetic bitch!" Yeah, Camilla, that crazy bitch again. Who else could it be? Those disgusting laughing faces were really an eyesore, Scar decided to let them suffer too. “Well, if I were as worthless as you said, why didn't Rafaelle Edwards invite you to dance?” Scarlett took a step forward and a smir

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

“I am your Luna.” Frank says, “Sugar.” Scarlet recoils, “What?” Frank looks at me. Scarlet tries desperately to turn his head, but she can’t. Then something inside her breaks. She pulls back. Her face contorts with a mix of rage and rejection. Then she shifts. She lunges straight at me. I roll out from under the guy’s foot. I dodge her attack. “Fuck you, you mangy excuse for a wolf!” She keeps coming. Jack cheers. “Do it, Scarlet. End her.”

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

My shadow fell over him, and he hugged himself tighter, his little body shaking like a leaf in a storm. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to stare! Please don’t hurt me…” His voice cracked with fear. I knelt and draped my shawl over his thin shoulders. His blue eyes widened in shock as he looked up at me. “ I am not here to hurt you ,” I said with a soft smile. “Y-you’re… you’re the…” “Scarface?” I finished for him, my smile unwavering. He looked away from the scar running down my cheek, ashamed as though it were his fault. Children shouldn’t carry guilt for things they couldn’t control.