Scar From Wuthering Waves Novels & Stories

He stepped back as he asked, "I get it, you don't want me to hurt your lover, I fully understand it." "What? that's not how it is, let me explain, this is just some misunderstanding." Scar said as she wanted to reach out to him but feared that he'd push her away. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, "Explain what? Your little lies, c'mon Scarlett I'm not a five years old, I saw you both sucking each other's faces, what is there to explain?” He paused, racking a hand through his hair in frustration, "When I got this, I didn't want to believe it. I thought it was a lie and everything was edited." He was referring to whatever was in the envelope he was holding.

I cannot understand you even for a bit! He’s scary for a second, then sweet after. His mood changes at a very scary fast pace every minute that she can’t keep up and try to understand him. His actions make her question whether or not he likes her. It seems he does, but at the same time, he doesn’t. He was confusing, awfully confusing! ‘Leon!’ she cried in her heart. She can’t mutter anything for now because of her sobs. ‘Which one are you exactly?’ --

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.

she inquired. "What is it? "A grown man beat with a blade by a girl dressed as a boy." And with that, Scarlett leapt forward and started throwing thrusts, slices, parries, and blocks at her opponent. The clash of steel echoed across the meadow, making a battle symphony. As skilled as she was, Scarlett found joy in sparring with the young werewolf named Henry. He possessed impressive swordsmanship and proved to be a formidable opponent. Beyond his skill, he had shown kindness to Scarlett since her arrival, treating her like family and earning her trust.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

I guess this is what he wanted—having me wrapped around his finger. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to pause. The apple stops halfway to my mouth, and I softly turn my head to see a girl, bearly looking at the age of 17 or 18. She cast a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I tilt my head. “Hi, I'm Scar and before you ask, I am also a werewolf, and Vance is my adopted father.” I raise an eyebrow to her words. Well, that’s new. What else am I unfamiliar with? I snort and go back to biting into my apple. "It would have been nice to meet you, Scar, if the circumstances had been different."

I bit my lips awkwardly. The store was to deliver all the items we bought, so we drove back to the house and I was saved from explaining my sour mood because Scarlett was on the phone with Vadirr all through the ride. She kept on giggling and making gestures, blushing and rolling her eyes, and for a minute I envied her. Vadirr was a strong and bulky man whereas Scarlett was petite compared to him because she’d been a werewolf before transitioning to a Lycan. But he was soft around her. His smile was deep and one could literally see him relax when they were together.

I instructed. Opening one eye, I saw the girl squinching her eyes shut, her whole face following suit as she tried to concentrate. Such an ugly face, like she was sucking on a lemon. I rolled my eyes and went back to focusing. ‘Scarlet, support me. We need to know what the child felt.’ I called to my wolf. ‘Of course.’ Scarlet yawned, having no enthusiasm for any of this but lending me her power nonetheless. Scarlet is rational about things. I will give my wolf credit she’s not one of those wishy-wash she-wolves that go gaga over their mate.

"You know what, I don't know how and why you are still alive even after having this big scar on your face. Because trust me, any other girl would have died out of shame because of this disgusting scar." "Hey! Now you are crossing your boundaries-" It was like a fire had lit up in her eyes as she touched my scar and then spat out the words as if I had actually committed a grave sin against her. "I am crossing the boundaries, and not you!? You- who had literally gone to Alpha Paul's house to seduce him after finding your chance yesterday!” Actually, you know what, it is not your fault completely. It's the fault of the blood that is running inside your veins, and your lowly upbringing: you were

His wolf surged, snarling, desperate for release. And then The scent. It struck him like lightning. Sweet. Intoxicating. Irresistible. It wrapped around his senses, dragged him deeper into the forest like a chain. His wolf roared one word inside him, deafening. Mate. His body moved before thought. His vision tunneled until only her remained the girl. Her hair shimmered like spun silver beneath the moon, her body outlined by its glow. She looked so fragile, so unaware. He stumbled closer, the haze consuming him. His chest burned. His wolf howled louder. The pull was unbearable.