Scarred: A Never After Novel Novels & Stories

Dark scars run from the base of his neck and disappear beneath the duvet trailing down the expanse of his back. "Damn, now I know how he got his name, the Scarred Alpha" I thought. Goosebumps rise along my arms, as I stare at the scars, a sharp sting coiling in my chest. “Are you scared?” His voice cuts through my thoughts, raspy from sleep. I jerk my hand back and clear my throat awkwardly as his cold, grey eyes meet mine. I drop my gaze, the sudden heat on my cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. Damn he's sexy, even when he looks sleepy.

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

I tried to pull away, but her grip tightened. "Where do you think you’re going?" Camille taunted. "We’re not finished with you." Before I could react, she threw her sandal at me. It struck my mouth with such force that I immediately tasted blood. Pain radiated through my jaw, warm liquid coming down my lips as I collapsed onto the cold floor. The sisters giggled happily, watching me struggle. "This is just the beginning," Sienna whispered, standing beside me. "Soon, you’ll wish you had never been born."

The silence after the Scourge disappeared was complete. It was the silence of a tomb, of holding breath for too long and Ash and Liora sat on the cold floor of the cottage, limbs tangled, hearts pounding against each other’s ribs. The only sign of the fight was the faint, silver scar now on the journal’s cover, a lasting mark of their desperate win. Liora’s fingers traced the scar and it was cool, humming with low, held-back energy. “It’s in there,” she whispered, her voice too loud in the quiet. “We didn’t destroy it. We... trapped it.”

It makes the gods hungry. Her hand recoiled. They watch again. They gamble again. You are the fire that should not exist. “Then why do I?” The creature’s breath was a stutter. Because flame always returns. Even if it forgets what it is. It lifted one clawed limb. Pressed it to her chest. She gasped. Pain shot through her. And then, a new scar carved itself onto her skin. A crown of fire, circling the crescent. Burned into flesh. Unhealable. Divine.

“You can tell yourself that all you want, Zane. But Scarlett deserves more than your words. And maybe, just maybe, she’ll see that.” Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked away, leaving me standing outside the chamber, my anger fueling within me. ***** Scarlett’s POV The darkness was thick, suffocating, pulling me down into its deepest corner. It was cold, endless, and all-consuming, wrapping around me like a blanket. I could feel it pressing against me, invading every corner of my mind, whispering promises of power and vengeance in voices I didn’t recognize. I wanted to wake up, to pull myself out of this nightmare. But something held me back, a force deeper and darker than an

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

She'd enjoyed getting to know them and the naive part of her could see her as part of their family. "You ready?" Scar asked as he kissed her head whilst straddling the bike, "I'm ready..." she said, hoping onto his bike. With a final wave, the pair set off... back to reality. The club was quiet when Lani and Scar arrived. The first thing she noticed was the large disfigured building that was no longer covered in ash. Now, she could see the damage internally, she could see how the walls were stained with despair as the wind drifted through the broken building. She could see the glass shards that twinkled on the floor, she could see the remainders of everything she had ever built, loved, dream

Through the haze, he thought he saw her. Rhea stood still, voice like ice. "Eddie, I don't love you anymore. I'm leaving. For good." "No! Rhea! Don't go!" He jolted awake, gasping. Glenna hovered beside him, tears in her eyes. "Eddie! You're okay. You scared me... Does it still hurt?" Eddie stared at the bandages. Underneath, his skin was wrecked—bloody, blistered. The meds dulled it, but the pain still bit through.

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo