Scar X Zira นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Eat up.” “Of course he did.” Linessa grabbed a piece of bread, and the realization of Zhamar’s scent fading had her remembering that there was something weird about it. “He’s unusual…there’s something off about his scent and I don’t know what.” “Oh…” The nurse chuckled. “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?”

Marcus said. Zara stood. “I can explain—” Thunder cracked outside. Marcus looked at Damian, then back at her. “What the hell is going on?” he asked. And Zara realized. The woman in the video had a scar on her wrist. Same place as Zara’s childhood scar. Oh God.

"Paxton, get away from her this instant!" Hana, her face pale with fear, rushed towards me. As she touched my arm, the strange magic that held me captive seemed to shatter. I gasped, finally able to move, and whirled around. Paxton had indeed stepped back, but he was clutching his shoulder, a dark stain spreading across his arms. Blood! Zara was hurt too, and she was bleeding. But even though she was injured, she still held onto Sabrina and wouldn't let go. Slowly, her claws began to grow longer and sharper. She reached out with them, carefully guiding them towards Sabrina's eyes.

“Zayne, please. We’ll be exposed. This is serious. People are watching. Someone might record this. You don't want the news of the popular Alpha Sterling having a second identity as a mysterious supernatural wolf?” “Fine,” he said. “Joy killer.” I looked around waiting for what zayne would do. Everyone had backed away. Some were hiding behind desks. Some just stared, frozen. The girl in Scarlet’s grip was crying now. Her face had gone pale. Her lips were trembling. I stepped closer to Sara—no, Scarlet. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t let this continue. He looked at Scarlet as I drew closer. “Well,” he said, “your mate doesn’t play.”

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

“Poison?” “I don’t know.” “What did you do?” “I stopped him.” “How?” “I screamed.” The words came slowly. “He ran.” Zara stared at the wall. “Who was he?” “I don’t know.” “But you saw his hand.” “Yes.” “The scar?” “Yes.” Zara’s pulse quickened. “Victor.” “No.” Clara’s answer was immediate. “Not Victor.” Zara froze. “Then who?” “He had the same scar.” Everyone looked at Alessandro.

I slowly opened the door and peeked out only to find a tall girl standing while looking at me. "Yes?" I asked her with a frown and she waved at me. "I'm Taurus." She said and I frowned even more. What kind of a name is that? "How can I help you?" I asked. She somehow looks familiar. I don't really remember where I saw her. "Um, are you Aurora?" She asked and I nodded. "Oh, Aurora I'm from the scars." She said and my eyes widened. From the scars? What is she doing here and where is her mask?

Scarlett I woke up with a terrible headache. I must have overdone it. I got too cold and nervous that I drank too much. The communication between Lucian and Maxwell was disturbing. I did not like being in the dark, especially about things that concerned me. I went to the bathroom to freshen up and made sure I hurried up. Then decided to clean up the rooms even though it was no longer my job. Idleness was killing me sitting down, so I kept myself busy. Besides, I noticed their staff never entered their rooms, and I was sure it was for a good reason. Once I was done cleaning the place up, I decided to take a book from their shelf. I looked for books that seemed happy and void of romance. I did

Zira lurched forward, her screams and sobs filled the air as she looked around the darkness. The sounds of snarls and screams still rang in her ears making her sob harder. “Z, baby what is it what? What did you do to her!” Warm hands rubbed the clammy skin on her shoulders. Zira opened her eyes and blinked. The darkness had receded, illuminated by the warm light of lanterns.

"I am supposedly the reincarnation of Deianira's daughter, Zinnia is Runihura Deirdre, the very soul of the blood wolf curse, and the only way to end it is to kill her. That's the conclusion," "Shit," Scarlette muttered. She did not ask any more questions and walked into the vortex, but the moment she walked in, I lost consciousness. My mind swam in the breathable sea for what felt like hours before the scene changed to the meadow Zinnia lives in. My barefoot sank into the soft, smooth pastel pink grass, giving me the urge to lie on the ground. Instead of doing that, I strolled around the edge of the mental paradise for a while, contemplating if I should go to her or not, and after an hour o