Scarred Villains Novels & Stories

A burn of pain ripped through my face as she dragged the sharp tip of the scissors down the unscarred side of my face, engraving a thick line from my hairline down to my jaw. I screamed in pain as blood began to pour down my pain. "Rest in pieces, Darcy." I lay there, feeling my life slip away, too drained to even cry. I may have lived my whole life with a horribly scarred face and been branded a monster, but that day, I realized that there were people worse than monsters.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

Book One: Scarred Queen Don't see no colours like you, but you ask me to, Ask me to see the things you do, Think the way you do. Fuck the way I feel, the way I feel for you. Loyal is everything to you, but you want me too, You take me too, I ain't gonna be for you, Not loyal no more, not if I go. Fuck the way you do, obsessed with you too. Why you gotta take, take everything for you,

“You really think that the enemy of the Hawkins’ family will collude with their mistress?” Scarlett hesitates. “Those inmates were lying,” Ryder goes on. “Besides, I need you for my grand plans…” He steps closer. Scarlett is a little scared and steps backwards until her back is up against a wall. Ryder slams his palms against the wall, caging her between his muscular arms. She can feel her heart beat fast, but his musky scent is addictive. Their faces are only inches apart and up close, he’s even more handsome. But beneath that handsome exterior, is a deadly man.

"Why are you doing this?" The hell do I know? "Because when you catch the Alpha's eye, you take off that mask, and Gia realizes it's you and not me, I want you to take a pic of her face for me." Maya smiled at the thought but it quickly falls after she considers something in that tiny head of hers. "He won't pick me. I have this hideous scar." I shake my head. "No. Your scar is who you are and it tells a beautiful story. You're a survivor, Maya and if the Alpha is as wise as everyone says he is, he'll see the beauty in you and he won't care what you look like."

“I’m not a hero.” “I’m the villain remember,” he reminded me with a grin. “All good villains know how to identify heroes.” He turned his attention to the vine, and the plant pulled back, the vines withering, the flowers and leaves falling, until there was nothing but the faintest shadow on the stone to indicate that it had ever existed at all.

Before the maid could react, I slit her throat, leaving her in a pool of blood. I let out an evil laugh, yet my heart still ached from everything. Every pain, every betrayal, and for every time I was being neglected, the scar in my heart grew even more. They trained me. They made me stronger, leaving my heart completely eaten up. To them, I’m that weak, little, innocent Vivian they took advantage of. But to me, that Vivian died a long time ago. This Vivian won’t stand back and watch things being taken away from her anymore.

The bite of the slap was still burning in their marrow — Samuel Blackwood slapping his own son in our presence. It had not been rage alone that silenced them. It was the knowledge of what they had witnessed: a chink in the armor of the man they followed. A chink that smelled of weakness. --- “Never thought I’d see it,” he muttered, Scarface, his scar pulling taut as he spat onto the concrete, but His voice was low, and in the cavernous space, even whispers traveled. “The boss bled. Like a whipped dog.” A few of the men were surprised. One, a tattooed, slouching smuggling thug, growled, "Watch your mouth."

From the shadows, a figure emerged. Lucian Voss. Alive. Unburned. Unbroken. “I didn’t expect betrayal from you, Damien,” he said calmly. Damien coughed blood, raising his weapon with a trembling hand. “You failed,” Voss said softly. “Now I’ll finish what I started.” He raised a silenced pistol. Damien smiled faintly. “She was worth it.” A shot rang out. **** Author’s Note 💌 Thank you for reading this chapter! Don’t forget to follow, leave a comment, and add this book to your library so you never miss an update!