Scarred Villains Novels & Stories

“You think this is something to be calm about? That girl has infiltrated a new pack, and she’s already cemented herself there! One year old or not, the Blackwood Pack is gaining strength, and you’re just watching!” I scoffed, the heat of my own anger finally boiling over. “You’re overreacting. She’s not a threat. We shouldn’t be afraid of a woman trying to move on with her life.” “A woman who left you,” he growled. “A woman who makes our pack look weak.” His voice dropped lower, almost venomous. “I warned you about Adrian Martinez. You brushed it off. But he’s not some naive young Alpha. He’s calculated. Dangerous. And you know nothing about what they’re capable of.”

The glee on Scar's face faded, he looked like a child whose treat had been snatched away. He walked dejectedly back to the tool table and picked up a rusty blunt dagger then strutted back to Kilan. I gulped a larger amount of wine while watching Scar pick up Kilan's middle finger indifferent to his pathetic pleas and screams. He drove the dagger into the finger at a slow pace. Kilan's screams filled the room and I savoured it. Closing my eyes to feast on the wails of the young man. Scar picked up the second middle finger, driving the dagger back in, deliberately slow to enhance the pain.

Underground beneath the banter something was shifting,a new power rising built from betrayal and broken pieces,men who rule the dark are watching, because a daring attack like this with so many lives lost is a bold statement. The day was blurry for Scar,she drifted in and out of consciousness, battling her demons. Ethan remained by her side, offering reassurances and comfort when she needed them, cancelling every appointment for the day. “You think you are gorgeous” “Pin her down,mark her face,let's see if she'll still be confident with scars” Scar screamed in pain as they held her down a sharp knife marking her face. “Stop it, please” She screamed. “Lisa, Lisa”

What they understood was violence, and they understood it intimately. Oh, Scars didn’t believe for one second that any of The Road Devils would hurt Zoe. But he also didn’t believe for one nanosecond that they’d be serious about her, or that they’d offer her anything serious. Even Wolf, who really was a good man in his heart and who clearly loved Zoe fiercely, wouldn’t be able to do right by her. Not the way that she needed.

"This scar is a reminder. Not just of pain, but of a vow. After Damien exiled me, I swore I’d return. Not to beg for forgiveness, but to take what was rightfully mine." He paused, his amber eyes narrowing as they burned with hatred. "But vengeance requires power, Bruce. And I didn’t have enough. Not then. That scar? It came from a patrol wolf who caught me crossing the border back into Ocean Crest territory. A parting gift as I fled, bloodied and humiliated, with nothing but my rage to sustain me." Bruce’s claws scraped against the floor, his own anger simmering in response. "And then?"

“Using her? Pushing her until she fucking shattered?” “She chose to want me!” he shot back. “I never promised her anything.” Scarlet laughed...a short, bitter sound. “God, you’re such a fucking coward. You dress cruelty up as honesty because it makes you feel less like the villain.” Grey’s jaw clenched. “You’re not innocent either.” Her wolf stirred, irritated. “I never treated her like trash,” Scarlet said. “I never looked at a broken person and decided they were disposable.” Then Scarlet stepped forward, raised her leg, and swept it across the blood-stained floor.

“He loves you. I can feel it. And you know you love him too.” “I’m scared,” I whispered back. “What if he breaks me? What if he betrays me… like Alex did?” “People are not the same, Scarlet. You need to understand that.” Scar’s purr was steady, reassuring. “I may not know everything about him, but I can tell, he’s not the kind of man who would hurt you.” “I know…” I admitted, hugging myself tightly. “Then why are you so afraid?” Scar pressed, her voice sharp now, leaving me silent and empty of excuses.

Scar respected his President and would do anything to keep his brothers safe, no matter what the cost. Scar couldn't shut his eyes that night, his thoughts were spiralling out of control over what could happen whilst he was gone. He hated the unknown. He loathed not being in control. He despised change. In fact, there weren't many things Scar didn't hate, he figured that was what made up his bad-boy-biker persona. Scar merely wanted to be left alone, he didn't like socialising and he didn't like meeting new people, he preferred the idea of going insane from loneliness more than going insane over the pain of losing those he loved. He often questioned if that theory alone made him insane.

" She... She re-opened dad's case? Why? Isn't she the one who told me that I should stop fighting against that invisible enemy of us? Why would she... Do this?" I stood up even if I feel like I would fall in any moment. I accidentally passed by a mirror and saw my scar. The memories that I buried six feet under the ground starts to flash like a flood. The screams in pain, the culprit's laugh, dad's cry in pain, our maids' shouts, and my cries. God, I need to stop this again. If this kept on flashing back, I'll lost myself again. And I don't want that to happen.

The pressure was gentle, but the warning was crystal clear: "Remember why we're partners. It's about destroying the Ferraris, nothing else. Don't go where you don't belong." "I can fake someone's death, but I can also make it real." My breathing hitched for just a moment. Then I smiled and covered his hand with mine. "Of course, Mr. Rosetti. We're the perfect team." He hesitated, then released me: "My private doctor says your scars are treatable. Start preparing—we'll schedule the surgery soon." My eyes lit up. As he headed for the door, I called out: "Your face—why don't you consider getting yours fixed too?"