Scar X Lex Novels & Stories

I tell her, I'm shocked and confused. “I figured out what Lex was with Scarlett, he wasn't just using her for a quick lay, he needed her blood. I don't know how to explain it Lena, I don't have the full story. But you and Scarlett are doppelgangers, that's why you look the same and somehow your destinies have been intertwined and that's all I know. But since they used Scarlett's blood for the first spell, to counteract it, I need to use your blood for this one.” Freya explains to me. “That's also what Vincent said, about destines.” I tell her.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

Sarra’s POV I was sick of these damn flashlights. Flashlights went off again, voices shouting her name. Lexi Marcell. Someone yelled it from behind a lens, and it clicked in my head. I’d heard it before in a podcast, a headline maybe. She is a PR executive, and model. And now she was standing two feet away, perfect hair, perfect posture, and perfect timing. Ronan’s jaw tightened. “Lexi, this isn’t the place.”

"Silas made you to be a battery. He made me to be a person." ​"A person who is about to die." ​She kicked me in the stomach, the force of it sending me sliding across the slick, blood-stained floor. I hit the edge of the dais, my Scythe flickering, the violet light dimming to a faint, sickly glow. ​I looked at my wrist. The scar was weeping black oil again. The "Third Eye" was closed, but it was throbbing, a rhythmic beat that matched the pulsing of the emerald portal.

His tone was flat yet there was a tone of authority sprinkled in it. “Do you even know my address?” I snorted, not caring that my words were hostile and my voice shaky. But he burst into laughter, it sounded so rich and so creepy at the same time and he drove off leaving standing there. I took a cab home, with my heart beating against my chest. I was scared, I knew what Rosalie and Levi were capable of, and with one mistake they could kill me but I had Roman right? It didn't bring me any comfort. Something bothered me and even worse my wolf acted strangely.

And I had one target and one alone… the darkness. I closed the distance behind Lisa just as she raised both hands to crush an entire line of wolves, including Xavier. I drove the spear into her back. The sound… It wasn’t a scream. It was the sound of a universe cracking. Lisa arched, a guttural snarl ripping from her throat as black light shot through her body. She turned, slowly, her eyes glowing pitch-black, veins dark as ink spreading across her face. “You,” she hissed. “You human stain.”

I retorted, feeling more sadness, leaving him disappointed. "Why?..did he find out she was your mate?" He asked with a furrowed brow. "I didn't only make him know that, I also made her trespass into Xander's secret garden where he forbade any student from going into. Everyone who stepped their feet in there would be killed by him. What was then so different about Lena that he only injured her instead of taking her miserable life!!!" I bawled angrily, feeling like breaking everything around me. He spared Lena and won't spare Scarlett, the lady I love. What is wrong with Xander?

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.

SCAR'S POV. "Rex...Rex." My eyes scans his pale looking face. The life drained out of his body. No...it can't be. Even with all the blood It is still hard to lie to myself. "Rex....no.no.no." "Don't...don't.. touch the chains..ss Scar." He warns, his voice weaker than a murmur. I flinch back the moment the skin on my palm graze the chains. It burns.

she mumbled. The door opened. It was Brock. He hadn’t changed much since they were in high school. He still had a stocky frame and a buzz cut. “Lexi!” he greeted with excitement and stretched his arms out for a hug. “Lexi, hell! Let me in here before a werewolf takes a chuck of my ass,” she said loudly and pushed past him to enter the house. Brock’s laughter boomed through the foyer as he closed the door. Lexi put down her suitcase and glared at him.