Tyrion Scar Novels & Stories

His inner shirt followed before they donned him in his robe. The remaining servant standing by shoved forward and led the lord to his dresser. Immediately he took his seat and gazed at the mirror, he looked at his scarred face. He remembered vividly how he got the scar. It was during the great purge when he shoved into the tavern he owned with Andriandita to get her away before his father's men reached the tavern. Unfortunately for him, Draco arrived late and saw his female lying in a pool of her own blood, her face and body marred. He roared into the air while cradling her. At that moment, he saw some of the sentinels shoving out of the tavern, and Draco attacked them in a rage. He fought a

It's taking me a lot of effort not to scream my lungs out. "Then how the fuck do you explain this?". He reaches into the depths of his pocket and retrieves an expensive, antique pendant with the careful inscription of Tyrion's name. My eyes widen in surprise. "I smell you all over this pendant, Valeria. You still don't know what I'm talking about?".

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".

A Few days later Lucian kept his distance. Even though it was the last thing Emberlynn would have wanted, she believed it was very much needed. She turned around on the bed before finally sitting up. She gazed at her side, lifting the shirt she wore slightly. She had already healed, but the scar was still there. Even after fighting in a major war in Damien's pack house, she never knew she would sustain such a scar from a minor rogue fight. She had tried erasing the scar with her powers, but it didn't work.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

I whisper. “Aerian, my dark princess, I do not think it is ugly at all. Every inch of you is perfect. This scar stands for everything you have gone through. I have many scars and while some are worse than others, I do not hate them. I received them protecting my pack and I wear them like a badge of honor.” he told me.

And when she finally learned the truth… I wanted her to remember this moment — the moment she willingly reached out and touched my scar with tenderness… The same man who loathed her with passion and owned her existence. Because that memory would destroy her far more completely than any punishment ever could. ❧❧❧ RUYI WYNTER ❦ The Hydrangea guy removed his mask… for the first time. My heart pulled tight in my chest. The scar was the first thing I saw. It distracted from everything else — a fire burn scar that stretched from just below his left eye down to his jawline, rough and slightly raised, the skin there a different texture, paler in places and darker in others.

he asked with a grin on his face. “The Prince is born with a thick black scar on his right thigh and a small red dot behind his right ear”, she continued. Dakar froze after hearing that, and the smile on his face turned into a deep frown. He had a terrible scar on his thigh. It was as black as coal and covered nearly all of his right thigh. And behind his ear, was a small dot, the size of a drop of water and it was pure red. He was born with them both.