Scar From Wuthering Waves Novels & Stories

Scarlet felt a tongue licking her face and opened her eyes to blinding sunlight. The tongue would not stop, and before she even looked over, she knew it was Ruth. She opened her eyes just enough to see that it was her: Ruth was leaning over, whining, and grew even more excited as Scarlet opened her eyes.

To only find the Beta moving closer to her. " Princess! Are you fine?" He asks in worry. Stepping closer. Feeling him just behind her, Scar turns around to slam the flower vase on his head. Making him curse. His body falling down. As the porcelain pieces scatter around. Few even rooting in his forehead. " Ahhh shit! Damn it!" He curses and Scar doesn't wait for anything. Jumping on top of him she sprints through the dark hallways. Her heart thumping in her chest. First right. Second left. Right. Right.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

'Now, follow my voice, step by step,' Ulva instructed. Closing her eyes, Scarlett tried to discern the direction of the voice. Slowly, she moved toward it. 'You are doing good, Scar... Keep following,' Ulva encouraged. Her voice became progressively closer and clearer. Suddenly, a ray of light appeared. 'Follow the light, Scarlett,' Ulva urged, her tone now unmistakable. Scarlett followed the light, and soon, she encountered a magnificent creature with shining white fur and lavender eyes. This wolf surpassed even Alpha wolves in size. The creature wore a silver crown atop its head, enhancing its ethereal beauty. Scarlett couldn't tear her eyes away from the majestic sight.

Despite the pain, he managed a reassuring nod, silently urging her to find a way out of this nightmare. Scarlett's heart ached as she watched the brutal battle unfold before her, her tears flowing freely. The room seemed to blur, and all she could focus on was the relentless clash between her husband Marco and her once-dear friend Michael. It was a nightmare beyond imagination, a nightmare that she desperately wanted to wake up from. Swiftclaw's cruel laughter echoed in her ears like a relentless taunt. "It seems your hero is nothing but a broken wolf, Scarlett," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. He reveled in her despair, savoring every moment of her pain.

“But what if someone comes…” “That’s the idea, silly,” she breathes. “No, I mean, what if someone else comes in…” “I’ll keep a look out,” offers Laura helpfully. “You can imagine I’m Scar Son if you like,” pleads Sandra, starting to squirm around on the bed, her hips writhing in sexual frustration while she fucks herself with two fingers inside her panties.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

"Renee Slutz! You made a total fool out of me!" Back on the racetrack, Vesper had been in his group. That day, his car got sabotaged and burst into flames mid-race. Vesper, just inches from the million-dollar finish line, ditched the race, spun around, and yanked him out—barely dodging death herself. Chin high, Vesper smirked. "Hey, I saved your life—pay me back someday!"

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

ALARIC She cried quietly in my arms, her small frame trembling against my chest. She powered off her phone and placed it on the bed before the tears came, silent, painful, and heavy. I didn’t think twice before pulling her closer. She didn’t resist. She simply leaned into me, her face pressed against my chest, trembling as though holding back everything she had buried for so long. I held her there, letting her cry. The sound of her quiet sobs filled the room, soft but sharp enough to cut through my chest. My wolf stirred deep within me, pacing restlessly.