Scarred Book Characters Novels & Stories

More than that, it was attempted murder… of a baby. She knew that Scars had been badly burned and injured saving Keira’s life, and she knew that Zoe was standing by him as he fought back. Jo didn’t know much else yet, but with just those two things, she thought she knew enough in some ways. She knew the important damn stuff: that they were good, strong, loving people. Wolf’s warning that they weren’t into small talk and didn’t suffer fools gladly barely registered – if Scars and Zoe had good hearts, Jo was going to be able to find a way to work with them.

I appreciate all the support and love this book received and I am glad I was able to complete it. I had a hard time writing this book because Scarlett's character was that of a girl who was forced to stay isolated from the world until she turned eighteen and Izer came to take her. She was a little childish but I believe, that's how a person like Scarlett was supposed to behave because of her age and because of her lack of interaction with other people. At times, I was frustrated with her too, but I am happy I didn't get a sudden writer's block on this book due to the pent-up emotions *Phew* I believe Izer's character helped me get through this except for my readers all the time. He is differ

Your little games won't work on me. His words didn't stir even the faintest emotion in me. My feelings for him had been worn down to nothing after countless moments of heartache. I couldn't care less about his doubts, his anger, or anything else. To me, he was nothing more than a stranger now. "I told you to wait several years—" Tristan followed me, reaching out to grab my arm. But Leon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and placed me behind him. He coldly interrupted Tristan, saying, "Wait for you? Who do you think you are?"

If it was not for her brave and courageous act, we would all be nothing but slaves for the rogues. It was not easy for anyone to just claim the title of the she wolf warrior. She was one of the most powerful she wolves. And it was definitely not easy to become the Pride of the Alpha. She made her place after that night. The same night when she lost her beautiful face and almost lost her life as well. It was as scary as death to see her panting as if she was about to die. It was true. She would have died that night if it was not for the enchantresses who had used her powers to heal her. But I definitely never understood why they were not able to heal that scar. She never liked that scar on he

The one where I admitted quietly, that I’m scared he won’t return to me. I close my eyes. “Just a little longer,” I whisper. “Come back to me, Lucian.” Hours later, exhaustion finally wins. I drag myself to bed, fall onto the mattress, and sleep hits instantly. My eyes open in a dream. But this dream… this one is different. Silver eyes, wild black hair whipping around her face, and a single scar cutting across her cheek like a mark. She steps toward me. And I realize she’s not attacking. She’s showing me something. My hand burns hot for a moment. I look down, there’s a scar glowing on her palm. And the same shape glows on mine.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

And beside her, Issac. --- Author's Note: Adrian's heart is spiraling, and Alaina’s still his compass. Will rage or love decide what comes next? 🐺💔

Rafael made to tear his head from his body but Scarlett stepped forward. “Allow me…” She said, not caring she was only in her bra or that she was drenched in blood, her own and Liam’s. Even then she was healed but the few bodies that lay around her were a stark reminder of men who would never return to their families. Men she knew and some who were the enemy… Cade looked up at her, fear in his eyes as he looked at the burning anger in Scarlett’s steely silver eyes. “He has my mate…” He whispered as if it would right the wrongs he had just committed. Scarlett shook her head.

"Don, the knife work was lethal. If you'd truly meant to kill me, I wouldn't be here breathing." A flicker of madness in Wade's eyes froze for a split second before he erupted into a wild laugh. His laughter twisted the scars on his face into something even more sinister. Out of nowhere, he lunged and clamped down on my wrist. His grip was so strong I thought my bones might snap as he tried to shake me off. However, the moment his fingers brushed the inside of my wrist, he froze. There, an ugly burn scar marred my skin. It was an old wound, shaped like a scorched butterfly.

Lucian collapsed beside a boulder, exhausted, while Grayson called for the evac team. Elena knelt beside Rose. The girl opened her eyes again. “Am I… one of you?” she asked. Elena nodded. “You’re family.” Rose began to cry. And for the first time, not from pain. **** Later that day, in the ruins of the Blackridge compound, Damien limped through the burning hallways. Blood streaked his arm. His breathing was shallow. He collapsed against a console, hands shaking. From the shadows, a figure emerged.