Scarred Villains Novels & Stories

He ordered and the rest of the assassins walked into the room. Omar held out his sword and stepped in front of Mariam and the girls to shield them but Mariam was quick, she ran forward with a shout and slid across the smooth marbled floor, the material of her outfit eliminating all friction to give her an easy slide, she unsheathed two swords in the process. The assassin who had stepped forward swung his sword at her but he wasn't fast enough, she brought her hand up in a powerful swing and the sword sliced the air, his arm fell away from his body and he shrieked in horror and pain. Without giving him time to recover, she stood up, now standing behind him and swung her sword again, her next

CHAPTER NINE; Sleep tight — Dalia glared at them and she clenched her hand very hard that she can feel her nails digging in her own flesh, she wasn't even afraid of drawing out blood from it. She gritted her teeth as hard as she can that she can feel them grinding against each other, also not afraid of destroying her perfect set of teeth. Her sharp glare was trailed with them as Leon slowly descends the stairs while carrying her in his arms. She was staring very hard that she might cause a hole in their heads.

Hell no! Scarlett didn't do anything to me but it's bad enough that she shares the same blood with my enemy and she's getting married to another enemy of mine. This automatically makes her my enemy too. Such a terrible fate…so why would I care? I quickened my step to close the distance between us. I don't abduct all my victims in human form. I shift before I attack them. None has ever been able to escape me when I've turned into that big vengeful beast. My claws extend. Fangs dropped. Fur begins to sprout out of my skin…

This way you wouldn’t have to put up with me… Yes. You should just lie down and accept that you’re going to get torn to pieces by those monsters, how fitting of an end it is. I mean your family did cut into you and throw you away like you were the dirt on the bottom of their shoes, they wanted you to be bait. They wanted you dead. In their defence I would have done the exact same. That’s exactly what that scar means it’s why you should give up. You were meant to die when they used you. My eyes sting as tears and sweat enter them, I should give up. It would be better for everyone if I just stopped trying. Is that what I should do? Give up? Like a coward?

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

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

He asks, his black as night eyes pinned on me as my name rolls off his tongue effortlessly, giving me the same effect it used to years ago. Hot. Eager. Wanted. Scared. I hate it all. I hate him. Only he didn’t mean it. Not then and obviously not now. He pushes himself off the wall, taking tentative steps towards me. His white dress shirt is unbuttoned at the chest and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, revealing his full arm tattoo and the dark inked tulip running along his neck and into his chest. I stay rooted in place, holding his gaze even though my body is nagging at me to back away.

Before I could balance my seat, March quickly grabbed the back of my seat and pulled it forward with ease. My heart raced against my chest as I stared up at him. "T-thank you." "It's fine. Be careful." He muttered, looking away from me. I couldn't help but feel strange. When Julian 'helped' me with things, it always came with a loud sigh of a comment about how slow I was moving, making me feel useless. But Marcus didn't make a scene, he hadn't treated me like I was fragile. "So," Marcus began, picking up the menu. "How are you settling into London, Ms. Vance?"

He was going to slowly torture him and make sure he made his life a living hell! Scar made his move. He was a killing machine with no emotions and no patience at all. He leapt forward and the ground shook a little. Scar landed in front of Jate Woods with a loud boom. "Go to hell!" Scar bellowed with a face filled with contempt as he threw a punch towards Jate Woods thigh. As per his usual habit, he would break his legs first, then his arms next!

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.