Sebastian Guy Battle Scars Novels & Stories

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Richard had been quite drunk and happened to have taken his loss at their card game too far. “ You must harbour really deep feeling for her,” Stephen said. “ There is no question considering how much he drank yesterday I'll wager a horse that the gentleman is really in deep, perhaps nearly as deep as I am,” Fabian replied completely ignoring Richards growl. “ I find that love is quite an odd activity” Stephen murmured. “ It's mostly enjoyable until you get into a fight as intense as his” Fabian assured. “ I suppose I should remind you, my friends of the presence of my hearing ability,” Richard said.

She had big claw marks on the back of her body. "I will end this," Sebastian said, his expression darkened. "You dare hurt my girl!? I will fucking dice you into mincemeat," he added angrily. His eyes changed its color into bloodlust red. It sent shivers down to Cassandra's spine. It was different from Sebastian she was with earlier; he looks powerful, scary, and dangerous.

His t-shirt was torn, bruises and cuts all over his body. Tears carelessly rolled down Elena's cheeks as she look at Luke. She screamed and cried, Luke not responding. "You would not do anything, Conor!" the woman yelled, walking towards Conor. She looked at Elena and then shook her head. "Enough." "Oh, Rose," he smirked. "Don't get into this. Just stay out of it." Oh, she was Rose. Elena immediately felt the urge to hate her. "I will not!" She yelled. "Just stop it. It's been years, Conor."

“Are you kidding? Everyone knows he was out playing soccer yesterday and some guy on the other team tried to kill him because Seb’s sleeping with his girlfriend. The other guy ended up in the ICU when Sebastian was finished with him.” “No way! I thought he had- Crap here he comes!” Like everyone else in the vicinity, Taliana couldn’t help but glance up when Sebastian breezed by. A few girls sucked in breaths when he passed, either because of the slash across his cheek or because he still managed to look damn good-as much as Taliana hated to admit it.

The words hung in the air. Heavy. Ugly. True. And for a moment— I couldn’t breathe. Then Sebastian moved. Slowly. Carefully. Like I was something fragile he didn’t want to break further. He stepped closer. Not touching me yet. Just… there. “You want to know what I see?” he said quietly. I didn’t answer. Didn’t trust my voice. “I see someone who survived something that should have destroyed her.” My lips trembled. “I see someone who came back and still chose to fight.”

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

Sure, I have the pack, but no one I can call my own… I button up the duvet cover, tossing it back on the bed before returning to the bathroom and remove my underwear, staring at my reflection in the mirror. A muscled body, with several thin scars running across my waist, left hip, legs and chest, decorating my body. I look at my arms which are covered in burns. They’re healed clear, no longer a darker red, but the melted flesh still shines and the pattern they made remains. A reminder of that battle against the Sublime… we were meant to work with Sebastian King… but he led us into a trap, setting off those poisonous explosions that killed many of us… It still angers me that only Zade was imp

They'd accidentally ended up in my suitcase when I left the city. I was about to knock on the bathroom door when I heard him groaning on the other side. "Are you okay?" I whispered. More groaning. Like he was trying to muffle it. I didn't have a choice but to force myself in. My eyes went wide and my mouth fell open. Sebastian was clutching his shoulder and blood was leaking through his fingers. My gaze traveled down to his broad back. I went pale when I saw the long scars. "What happened to you?"

Years of exile had honed my instincts to a razor’s edge. With a cry that tore through the heavy silence, I met his attack head-on, steel clashing against steel in a shower of sparks that lit the chamber like fireworks in a storm. The battle was a brutal dance—each strike a test of strength, skill, and willpower. Sebastian fought with a ferocity born from desperation, every blow driven by a lifetime of greed and hatred. But I fought with the fury of every broken promise, every shattered dream, every whisper of hope that had kept me alive.