Novel & Cerita Scarred: A Never After Novel

Was this why she needed this scarred alpha? The mark on her neck glowed violet, and the trees started spinning around her, and then they just weren’t anymore. She had escaped the butchers, but she was now at the mercy of the fire spreading through her veins. As the world began to fade into darkness, and the heat began to suffocate her, a sharp scent of ozone and cedar flooded her senses... And then she felt a hand touch hers, cold and comforting in the heat she suffered from. "What do we have here...?"

In seconds, he had brutally taken down both thugs with his bare hands. Caspian turned, his icy gaze falling on Bianca, who was paralyzed with fear on the floor. He walked toward her, his leather shoes crunching on my shattered phone. "I'll let you live," Caspian's voice was low and raspy, a death sentence from hell itself. "But you will spend the rest of your life regretting today's stupidity." Bianca trembled violently, unable to even beg for mercy. Caspian didn't spare her another glance. He took off his blood-stained jacket, wrapped it tightly around my shaking body, and lifted me into his arms, walking away without looking back.

They had gone to the afterlife in peace. Scarlett turned back and hurried towards the barracks. The scene there was another kind of hell. All the furniture had been moved aside, and every room had at least a dozen women and girls on the floor, all wounded in different degrees and crying out for their loved ones. An older Karaina, who Scarlett didn’t know, was agonizing. Her arm was nearly torn off, and a large gash went from the top of her face down her side. Two teenage girls were trying to hold her back, but the Karaina kept screaming.

And gradually, like a flower wilting, her mother had distanced herself from her second daughter until they barely ever saw each other anymore except on special occasions and even then, her mother never looked her in the eyes. Scar had lost not only a sister and a mother to the Lauchair clan that night fourteen years, but she had also lost herself. And till she took her last breath, she would never forgive everyone of that despicable pack. Talk about the scar, the nature of the two clans.

“After all, you are immortal now. I will be dying. But you are the one who’s going to live forever.” Scarlet’s eyes welled up again. She did not want to live forever. Not with Sage dead. The two of them lay on the sand under the stars, listening to the sound of the lapping waves, and she held him tight, feeling his warmth, and wanting this night to never end. All the heartbreak she had endured, all the suffering, all the tormenting and confusion from her friends, all the petty people in her school and in her town—all the things she hated—it all meant nothing to her now. It was all washed away by this moment. It all meant nothing just for this moment to be in Sage’s arms.

There would still be a next time. Mariam went to Saadiya who engulfed Mariam in a tight embrace and they both sobbed on each other's shoulders, they stood there crying for a while before walking up to where Parvina's body laid and knelt beside her. Mariam scooped Parvina's head in her arms and pressed it against her chest, planting a kiss on her forehead. Her skin was cold to the touch and the bleeding on her forehead had now stopped, the blood had washed over her face and Saadiya brought out a hanky to wipe the blood off her face with it. They held hands and cried for their once bubbly friend.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

I turned to face the menacing faces of Lucas' men, their eyes filled with a twisted sense of power. "Gotcha," one of them sneered, tightening his hold on my arm. I struggled, but their grip was unyielding. They dragged me through the wreckage, towards the heart of darkness itself, Alpha Lucas. As we approached Lucas, his piercing gaze met mine. The Alpha exuded an aura of dominance, his presence commanding and intimidating. I could see the bloodlust in his eyes, the hunger for power that had driven him to destroy my village. "Welcome, little lamb," Lucas growled, his voice sending shivers down my spine.

He held his phone and watched the video all night long. The next morning, when he looked in the mirror, he saw a man who looked like a vagrant—unshaven, haggard, and lifeless. He stared at his own reflection and muttered bitterly, "You deserve this." … On the day of my wedding, all my college classmates showed up, including Tristan. At first, I was worried he would cause trouble again. I didn't want to be disturbed by him anymore. Even with my good temper, I couldn't stand being constantly tangled up in his drama.

“You did.” “And the Book?” He shook his head. “Gone.” Her gaze dropped to her hands. The wound where she’d cut herself had healed… but not cleanly. The skin had scarred in a spiral, dark and perfect, etched into her palm like ink burned beneath flesh. The same spiral Mara had worn. The same spiral that had filled the Book’s pages. “I feel different,” she whispered. Tristan’s hand hovered, almost touching hers, then pulled back. “You are.”