Scar X Lex Novels & Stories

SCARLETT : Harrison Cage, you are a witch! The chickens stayed calm as he fed them, but he witnessed as they tried to come for me, so I guess he understands the reason why I was that scared. "They don't like you very much," he pointed out. "Gee. Thanks," I said flatly. "Aw, c'mon Scarlett De Luca, are you mad at your good friend?" He feigned sadness. "Yes, I am. Said good friend just laughed at my misery."

We became quick friends, she helped me find anything I needed the first couple weeks. Scarlet requested to have a “sleep-over” in the guest house a few nights. They just happened to be the nights I was feeling my worst. In a way, I felt like she knew and just wanted to try to help. I enjoyed her company while we ate ice-cream watching animated movies. Sarah is 4 and her father’s daughter. She is always constructing different aircrafts for her to fly saying one day she will be lead engineer, building a space craft. She also intends to fly it into space, against her mother’s wishes.

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

That was when I realized Xander was still right there. He pushed me backwards gently and he caught Sabrina. “Stop it” he said, sternly, his jaw ticking. “Both of you,” he added. “Xander…” his mother trailed off and he turned to her. “She washes dishes at a cheap diner and works at a salon. Is that really who you want to make the Luna of Deathshade pack?” She asked, and I clenched my fists behind Xander. “Yes. A queen who works as hard as she can to achieve what she wants and doesn't just get handed everything like a spoiled child” he said, obviously taking a jab at Sabrina.

The space between us felt wide, filled with unspeakable things. “I’m sorry,” Lorenzo said into the darkness. The words were raw, stripped bare. “I’m so sorry I brought this into your life. The scandal, the hatred… and now this. My own daughter, weaponized against you. I have taken everything that was good and pure in your life and surrounded it with… this.”

“That would be because he is unusually different. He is known as a lycan; the first of his kind. He’s garnered quite a few names for himself, but ‘Devil’ stands out the most. He never loses a battle, and he is feared among packs. I think you might’ve heard of him…Does Zhamar Dragun of the scarlet moon pack ring a bell?” The scarlet moon pack…? Dragun…? Linessa froze, the bread crumbling in her hand. Dragun wasn’t just a name, it was a legacy; the undefeated warrior who stood as the first lycan… She looked down at her hands, the ones that had been clawing at her palms just moments ago while she demanded he be her ‘shepherd’. ‘I asked the devil to lead me into a room of starving wolves’ she th

Afrah stared into her mother's eyes, though she wasn't actually seeing her. What she saw instead was the face of the man leering over her, his face mere inches from hers, so close that she could smell the garlic in his breath and the horrible scent of dried sweat. She recalled the smile on his face as the tears streamed down hers, before he climbed off her quietly. "Do yourself a favour and forget this ever happened," he had said. "It would do you some good, you know." Umma suddenly screamed, rushing towards her as she felt the ground slipping out from underneath her, before everything turned black.

I murmured sobbing “But when I left the cabin, I saw you on the shore and that way you made me change my mind...” "Oh, Abbie...” He comforted me as long as my crying lasted. “Why do you think my scars are physical?” He whispered against my ear. "You told me you got injured in Iraq.” My voice came out raspy after a while without speaking. "I just drew conclusions." “The scar doesn't bother me, Abbie. What bothers me is what it represents.” “What does it represent, Alex?” I stepped back far enough to sit in the middle of the bed and put a little distance between us so I could see his face.

Mr cutter held out his hand for me. 'You too Mr cutter." I smile before taking his hand in an handshake. "Now if you will please lend me your date." Selena says to Xavier before dragging me to a group of guys. Three to be exact. "Guys this is Pari." She points at me. "And Pari this is jack and Zack." She gestures to an identical twin, one blond and the other dark haired. "And this is Bentley." She points to the last guy, for a moment I thought he is Xavier, he has the same eye, hair and body shape but he's features are gentle, unlike Xavier's.

Standing in the doorway, bathed in harsh light, I couldn't look away from the betrayal unfolding in front of me. Leila pulled away, her eyes meeting mine with a calculating stare that sent shivers down my spine. There was no hint of remorse in her expression, as if she were wearing a mask of deception that had finally slipped away, revealing her true nature as a master of lies. Trembling, my hand pointed accusingly, but I couldn't find my voice to verbalize the question that hung in the air. Jason, on the other hand, recoiled in a dramatic show of surprise, a facade of innocence painted across his face like a cruel parody.