Scar Novels & Stories

Mouths slightly open. Frozen.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

I corrected, and let the scarf fall off my shoulder enough to remind him I know how to wear beauty and threat in the same line. The first three came dirty, which I expected, and quiet, which pleased me. Men who mouth off in the first ten minutes don’t know how to live through a second hour. Scar’s shift stuck in his hands—claws that wouldn’t fully retract so he kept cutting himself when he tried to button his jacket. Lina had an ear half-healed in a way that told me she’d ripped it in a chain-link fence and no one had taught her how to make the change slow enough to finish the repair. Hobb twitched when he heard the river, becau

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**! "

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

> POV: Carrie I wаnt to scream, but nоthіng comes out. Aрrіl lооkѕ tеrrіfіеd, аnd rіghtlу ѕо, hеr аttасkеr іѕ hugе аnd he’s not alone. Thе hulkѕ аrе drеѕѕеd in blасk, wіеldіng dіrtу gunѕ.

Sierra agreed before: “Lucas watch out!” It was then something dashed out of the treeline right across the road and straight into their path. Lucas felt his heart leap into his throat as the wolf turned to face the truck, teeth bared and ears back. The black and sable coat was enough to let him know it was the feral but none of that mattered. He had already put his foot down on the break as a reflex and didn’t have time to correct his error. The back end of the truck spun out, dragging the whole vehicle across the slippery road before it hit something large and flipped.

This conversation was proving to be quite interesting as he waited patiently for me to respond. I smiled as I placed my hands in my lap and laced my fingers together. It was now my turn to call his bluff. I turned my body slightly towards him and with great confidence I responded. “I didn’t say I think I know what scent it is. I said I know exactly what scent it is.” He smiled at my response but still didn’t believe me. “How can you know,” he asked. I shrugged my shoulders then challenged him further.

Chapter nine. We jerk away as soon as the hungry-looking creature leap from the Van. It's strange seeing an infected animal, so fierce and brutal. The four feet hairy dog with scars all over its body steps forward, its left eye is missing while the right bloodshot eyes stared at me in rage. Its teeth appear to be disorderly arranged, but looks sharp and deadly. The devilish giant Pitbull growls angrily like it's about to tear something apart, with its sticky liquid dropping from its mouth. I raise my gun slowly then it leans backwards, and slightly bending its thin legs, ready to charge.

The giant didn't expect it as he widened his eyes at the sudden turn of event, he clutched his chest as Angus pushed the spear even more into his chest till the spear came out of his back with his heart hanging at the tip of the spear. After killing the giant, Angus pressed the wound on his body, seconds later the wound healed without any drop of blood on it. He continued to kill the giants and humans without any trace of tiredness in his face. “ Derek ” Magnus who leaned against the rock called Derek's name weakly but Derek was to busy with the fight and failed to hear his name. “Derek ” he called again and this time he heard him. Derek turned around to face him, he had never seen Magnus in