Scar Novels & Stories

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

I see the shadow of whoever has dared come into my cave and without a second thought i lunge at them, as i lunge i get a familiar scent of wood and cherry, at first it shocks me but then it makes me angry that someones got the same scent as my Luke so without thinking i launch myself at them, they grab me mid air but i manage to swing my fist and catch them in the face, the growl they release urges me on "grrrrrrrrrr" and im hitting them as they try to speak but i don't give them a chance i dont want to listen to them "stop,wait,please"

He was trembling and on the verge of getting panic attack. Stopping the black Porsche just an inch away from him the driver gets out of the vehicle as if in a trance. "Come back to Tehran." He snarled on the face of Victor, his face purely white with an ugly black scar right on the middle of his forehead. He went to the switch board fixed to one of the pillars in the parking lot and put his finger into the socket. His body shook with passing electricity surprising Victor and he died on the spot.

A few seconds later, a petite woman with jet black hair and huge silver colored eyes answered. “What can I do for you?” She asked brightly. “I’m Rex Callis, Alpha of the Sakura Pack. I’m just here to extend my packs greetings, maybe meet with Tristan, and give him this.” He pulled the small box from his pocket, displaying the offering Makai had given him.

"Not for long." Trent rolled before the stranger finished pulling the trigger. The blast hit the dirt beside him. Trent kept moving as the gunman kept firing, only his speed and reflexes saving him from all but a light scoring along his side. A rustle in the brush saw his assailant whirling to fire as a pair of huge shapes leapt from the shadows, with Marc and Darren finally making an appearance. They tackled the stranger, who seemed not at all perturbed he had to fight off wolves. Even more fucked up, he almost got the upper hand until Marc got his teeth around the stranger's neck.

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside read

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.

Mate! My wolf growled excitedly as I alighted from the vehicle. He stood at the entrance of the packhouse, his presence was impossible to ignore. My heart beat faster as I alighted the car and walked towards him. His scent is clean and sharp, like a crisp pine forest after a fresh rain. It carries the tang of cedar and the faintest hint of smoky embers, grounding him in strength and authority. It’s the scent of the wilderness—untamed, but with an underlying control that mirrors his dominant nature. Whenever I catch his scent, it brings a sense of stability and protection, yet with a dangerous edge that keeps me on high alert.