Scar Novels & Stories

determined to do it. Taking out a matchstick...he rubs it against the match box... tries to light it , to only groan in irritated. "This stupid matchstick! Why isn't it lighting!!" He screams when suddenly, slow winds start approaching. The friend laying on the ground looked afraid, noticing the change in the aura of the place. "Please... let's go ...I feel something-" "Ah shut up! You coward! Don't tell me that you really believe that sh**! "

No, no way I'm getting killed. I make a run for it but then suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my leg, I let out a scream and I fall to the ground. I look back at the wolf and it's running away, leaving me on the ground. I hesitate because I don't know how I'll feel once I see the damage the wolf had done. I look at my right leg, which I can't move by the way. And it looks horrifying, there's lots of blood and at this point, I don't think this leg can be saved once I get to the hospital, I don't think I can be saved. I, later on, hear a gunshot, coming from a distance followed by a loud howl. I don't move, I want to because whoever has that gun is out for blood.

A growl of annoyance slipped past my lips. Of all the days I could fall sick, it had to be the day I was returning home to claim what was rightfully mine, the position of the Alpha of Blackwood pack. "Do you think it's nervousness?" My wolf, Zander asked. He too was disturbed by my uneasiness as it would whimper whenever the ache intensified as it had been doing since it began. "No. I am not nervous, Zander. I am fucking happy but too bad this ache is barring my joy."

“ How are you outside? It’s freaking daytime you freak! “ I exclaim “ My ring. Didn’t they teach you that in werewolf school, “ he says putting out his cigarette on the pavement? I started walking down to the forest nearest to our house which was still very far away. The house was covered on all four sides with woodland. He followed. “ Didn’t they teach you that a werewolf bite is fatal, “ I say looking up at him. “ That they did teach me, Katherine, but I know you’d never kill me, sweetheart, “ he said looking down at me flashing his fangs accidentally. “ How are you so sure? “ I remark “ You’d never do it because you believe that I can be better. You believe that vampires betrayed you, but

Neal shrugged, "Do you have those too?" Ricky smiled and turned around. He pulled down his t-shirt, exposing the tattoo on his nape. Neal leaned close to take a good look. It was a small tattoo of a wolf head with a few horizontal and perpendicular lines. The black ink actually looked good on Ricky's light slender neck. "Your breath tickles." Ricky commented, and that's when Neal noticed how close he was. He scooted back embarrassed. The blonde guy giggled and let go his top before turning around.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

"Brandur is one. You remember he is called The Destroyer?" She fought back the gratifying smile that tugged at her lips with his growing unease. Maybe she could scare him enough into abandoning his plan and tell her where baby Brand was before the wolves caught up to them. "And they are not just regular wolves," she continued. "They are the size of the legendary Dire wolves. Brand's wolf comes almost up to my shoulder on his flat feet. His teeth are as fearsome as the Háhyrnir (killer whale) that roamed our sea."

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

They closed the door behind them with a finality that sent a shiver down Richard’s spine. The leader, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a scar running down the side of his face, stepped forward. His eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or mercy. He looked down at Richard with a predatory smile that made Richard’s skin crawl. “Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Kane,” the man said, his voice smooth but with an edge of menace. “I hope you had a pleasant nap.” Richard tried to mask his fear with bravado. “Do you have any idea who you’re messing with? When my people find out about this—”

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.