Tyrion Scar Novels & Stories

“Before the throne. Before the war. Before any of this shit.” “And I’ll protect her with my life,” Ronan shot back. “You think I wouldn’t?” Scarlet groaned between them. “Goodness,” she whispered hoarsely. “Are you both measuring testosterone right now?” They both looked down at her. Her face was pale under the streaks of dirt and blood. Silver burns marred her arms and collarbone like cruel brands. Cuts lined her thighs. Her breathing was shallow, each inhale like it cost her something. The Lycan’s chest tightened painfully at the sight.

Rosie’s POV At dinner, I held out my wrist across the dinner table, frowning at the thin pink scar that curled along my skin. “No matter how much concealer I use, it still shows.” Chris leaned over, fork halfway to her mouth. “You’re being dramatic. It’s not that bad.” “I think scars from battle are kind of badass,” Tyler said, trying way too hard to sound casual as he flexed his arm, pulling up the sleeve of his shirt. “Look—Rogue ambush during my first patrol.”

everything was completely different from what he had seen previously. Her skin was covered in scars. Dark red marks scattered along the area where her face used to be. The most prominent scars were at her cheekbones. Tyler couldn't understand what kind of torture she had endured since she had become a vampire. As he observed her more closely, he noticed several other burns on her neck and chest. They were also quite painful. He wondered how far she had been burned.

the other man replied, his voice trembling slightly. "And you still dared to respond to me?" the man with the scar said, his gaze darkening. The anger brewing in his eyes made him look even more menacing. The other man quickly bowed. "They may be few, but they are all beautiful." The man with the scar scanned the room as if inspecting merchandise. Then his eyes landed on Arya. She didn’t look away; she met his gaze head-on. He muttered slowly, "You are right. They are beautiful."

She walked past them, halting in her steps to finish, "or broken ribs." Vantae's expression looked somewhat between smug and impressed. He opened the door for her as she winked, smiling a little. For the first time, he talked directly to her, "Ngl. That was kickass. You don't seem like someone to do that." Scarlet walked side by side with him, grinning but, her insides were bursting. Vantae voice was deep, a surprising contrast to his boyish face. She scratched her left eyebrow where the boy noticed a trace of a stitch. It had divided the very end of her eyebrow with a scar, just like her name. She looked down as she spoke, "This mark had always been on my face. Mom told me that it was there

“She is drawing Avery’s blood for us. Let us see who bites first.” Victoria huffed. “I despise Avery, but Scarlett is a scavenger. Still... I shall enjoy the carnage.” In truth, during his last birthday, Tyrone’s mind had been lost in the fog. He vaguely remembered Scarlett’s scent, but it was associated with a deep, instinctive loathing he couldn't quite place. He struggled to unearth the reason for the bile in his throat. To Scarlett, however, his silence was a sign of victory. Her smirk deepened.

I smile again and thread my hand into his hair. His scalp is…textured. Pebbly, almost. I run my finger over the skin, trying to make sense of it. A nasty bout of acne? Eczema? My thumb catches the edge of a fine, straight line. They’re scars. His whole head is covered in scars. I clutch my gauzy, powder pink skirt in trembling fingers, caught somewhere between rage and despair. “Fine!” Ryan shouts. “Think I’m making a mistake all you want, Lil. But I’m not going to miss my goddamn—”

He turned to walk away,but Lucein caught his shirt from behind,the force tearing the shirt as he turned, sending another punch flying, Lucien fell in his knee still holding onto his shirt. “Who sent you” He asked relentlessly, breathing heavily. “You can have the shirt” Marcus said,as he unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall. Lucein froze as he saw the tattoo covering his backside,an eagle holding a snake in its claws. “I don't know what I'm turning into anymore…..I don't recognize myself” Scar sobbed, still hugging Aria. “It's alright,it's just one step at a time” Aria said soothingly.

Chapter 2 “Thank you” he said lifting her hands to brush his lips in an airy kiss, whilst studying her face. She had amazing hazel green eyes, he imagined drowning in them but as he looked deeply into them, he saw something sad lurking behind them, she seemed to have hidden them quite well and Richard had a sinking feeling that she hide it even from herself, someone had hurt her badly and she pretended to not feel the pain, Richard felt his hands fist up and realized that he actually wanted to strangle that person and hurt him even worse than the way he had hurt this woman.

" 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.