Sebastian Guy Battle Scars Novels & Stories

He was a billionaire genius, completely checkmated by a girl in sneakers. "Fine," he hissed through clenched teeth. "You win." Harper beamed. "Excellent choice!" She didn't waste a second. She clicked the brake off (but kept the battery), pushed his wheelchair to the sofa area, and squatted down in front of him. "Don't..." Sebastian flinched as she reached for his pant leg. "It's ugly." Harper ignored him. She gently rolled up his trouser leg. The scars were exposed to the light. They were jagged, purple and twisted, crawling up his calf like hideous centipedes. It was a map of pain and tragedy on his pale skin.

I squared off against Liam, our coordinated blows a deadly dance developed over years of warfare. Huge and prepared to rip us apart, a beast charged at us, jaws open. Moving together, Liam's blade sliced deep and I struck the beast in the spine, paralyzing it. It came crashing down in a heap, but more, a never ending stream of growling animals, continued. Sebastian's loud scream, which sounded like a battle cry, inspired our troops somewhere in the confusion. Whatever the expense, we had to continue. The puppies were looking to us. From Sebastian's point of view, as Scar's ambush developed, there was a strong smell of treachery and betrayal. For some sick grudge, these vicious beasts were te

Sebastian couldn't remember a time in his life he'd been more aroused. "Ok, so I apparently got off real easy at the Mateship Ball," Jared muttered, staring at the end of the video as the fighter slipped into unconsciousness while Giavanna growled in triumph, her face flushed and sweaty from exertion. Sitting back in his seat, Sebastian watched the video a second and third time. His eyes lingered on the scars that covered Giavanna's arms and the exposed areas of her back. Scars were not uncommon in the werewolf community, especially within the ranks of protectors, but he'd never seen a young female with such extensive damage before. He admired her commitment to her goals, though the thought

It took Sebastian sometime before he finally opened up to me. "These?" he pointed at his scars. "I got from a fighting arena. After you left, I resigned from House Vergara. With the little money I earned from being your family driver, it did not last me four months. Since I have no family to go back to, I applied to a small bar, got involved in a small gang during one of my shifts. The commotion was then taken care of. However, little did I know they hold a grudge on me." Sebastian paused. I watched him attentively as he closed his eyes and how his breathing turned harsher like the memory his remembering right now is torturing him.

Most warriors shake their heads, laughing, and I join them in the laughter. “This hurts. You are discriminating against me.” I say playfully. “I’ll give it a try," another warrior walks towards me. “Thank you. What’s your name?” “Sebastian,” he grins. “Okay, Sebastian, let’s do this.” I wait for him to attack, but he just keeps his fists up, waiting for me to make a move. I kick him on his chin while being careful not to inflict too much pain. “Okay, I’m done,” Sebastian grabs ice and places it on his chin. The other werewolves laugh. “I can’t fight her, cause I can’t see her moves,” Sebastian says defensively.

Silas stood there, irritation written all over him, “Where were you the last couple of days? Harry said you failed the negotiation with the Renis.” The Renis—right. A couple of days ago, Silas sent me to what he called a “simple business meeting,” which turned out to be a trap. His rival gang, The Renis, didn’t care about doing a business. They held me in their base, demanded Silas’s secrets, beat me when I refused, and finally shot me when they ran out of patience. Then they dumped me outside like I was a message. A warning to Silas. And I, bleeding and barely standing, walked all the way to Silas’s casino—only to be kicked aside by him and thrown into the alley like trash.

Eyes filled with rage he stared at Liam who was lying defeated on the ground with swollen eyes and bleeding nose " You are a guest in my father's party, I don't care if you are the son of his best friend, you have the nerve to attack who iam with? Nobody touches her and go Scot free" After the party ended and everyone went to their different destination, Serena and Alex headed to their bedroom, he noticed she was quiet and he kept wondering if she was actually angry for what he had done to liam or not. "Serena are you angry with me?" He asked when they entered their room. "No, iam not. I was a little scared when you kept hitting him, you could have killed him if your bodyguard hadn't stopped

I gasped as I grunted and coughed. I kept begging him out of fear of what he might do but he just scoffed with disgust. "What a rat" he said and everyone laughed. "I, Lucas Culkin, reject you, Kieran Franklin as my mate" he said and surprised gasps erupted from the crowd. I screamed from the pain I felt in my chest as our mate bond broke and my wolf howled in my head as well. I gripped my chest from the pain I felt as he stared at me with that same disgust and kicked me in my ribs again.

All he could do was writhe on the ground, oblivious to the mayhem that was breaking out all around him. I watched everything unfold with cold detachment. Tears streaked down the side of his face. He was clearly in agony, and he struggled to curl his body, but his strength had left him. His voice broke into a pitiful wail of pain. He passed out a few moments later, unconscious. When his fellow soldiers saw him, they risked their lives to remove him from the battlefield in the middle of gun-firing so that he might receive medical assistance. Sebastian, the world-famous brilliant battlefield doctor, had had a stroke. He would never be able to go back to the front lines to care for the injured a

Sebastian. Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine. The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared behind those eyes. Rage, yes—but something deeper.