Scarred Book Characters Novels & Stories

Alaina I was casted out. Exiled from the Moonridge Pack like a forgotten leader stripped of her crown, I wandered, lost, aching, broken. Every step away from the life I’d once known felt like a cruel echo of failure. The silence around me was deafening, the world too big for the small space I now occupied in it. "If only I could help you..." Edith’s voice stirred gently within me, her sorrow lacing through every word. My heart clenched with guilt. I walked on, arms wrapped tightly around myself as though they could hold together all the shattered parts of me.

“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.

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.

Marvin I flipped through several pages, my curiosity and confusion pushing me to search for something that might make sense of everything. The memory from the previous day suddenly returned to me. After Beta Raymond had left, I had picked up this very book from the desk because he had forgotten to place it back on the shelves. My fingers moved faster now as I turned the pages until I reached the particular section near the middle of the enormous book he had left behind. There it was, the same scar that met my eyes. My eyes widened as I stared right back at the replica of the scar on Becky's stomach.

In her final moments of life, Lara came across Carla and in the nick of time, turned her. Turning in vampiric terms was yet another profound matter. Lara took Carla’s memories and wiped them from her mind, leaving within her, a new soul. Carla was Lara’s trusted assistant, her right-hand man and bodyguard. But even without her memories, Carla retained the purity of her soul. She was kind and innocent, and that part of her alone made me fill up with remorse for not being able to reciprocate her love.

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.

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.

“And I regret it to this day! I hate being that friend, the one who paints her friend badly,“ Eloise says breathlessly. She screams in pain. “Don’t,” I interrupted. “Did you think I would forget? Not only did you lie to me back then, but you are lying to me now. Old habits die hard, I guess! I got up on my feet and turned to Scar, who leaned against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. His face was a mess of scars; just like his name implied, he looked deadly and ready to deal with her. “Scar?” “Yes, ma'am!”