Novel & Cerita Tyrion Scar

Maren explained. "the coven." I said and she shrugged. "whatever it was." she said and turned to Kylie. When her eyes fell on Kylie's arm, they were soft. "Oh precious , girl." Maren said, and reached out for Kylie's arm. Kylie didn't flinch when Maren took her arm, not even when she pressed her hands to her lips and cheek like she did mine. "Thorne says the scar is a scar from burning Damien. From the inside. But he also says it might be a warning."

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.

Nova asks nervously. I nod. “I will be out momentarily - please don’t start without me,” I say and watch as the four women walk off, but then Arya stops when they pass the mirror on the passage wall. She looks at herself and then at me with wide, shocked eyes. “My scars, they’re gone!” she exclaims as tears roll down her face. To be honest, I stopped seeing the scars on her face the moment the Mate Bond clicked, so the fact that they’ve entirely gone is new to me.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

The guards at the door looked so scared and the door was slightly open. “Your Majesty, The Lady Sabrina and your moth-” One of them started to explain but I didn't let him finish. I would deal with them later for failing to do a simple job of making sure no one goes in. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. Kieran was a crumpled mess on the floor. There were dried streaks of mascara down her face that showed that she had been crying. She was in a robe, which showed she was about to shower or something.

His hair held an otherworldly quality, as if he belonged to a realm beyond reality. His piercing blue eyes held a glint of mischief and cynicism, always seeming to hold a secret that he was reluctant to share. They were windows to a mind that was both brilliant and deranged, a combination that made him unpredictable and fascinating. A scar adorned the right side of his chin, a remnant of a past encounter that had left its mark. The scar continued down to his collarbone, serving as a visible reminder of the dangers he had faced and the battles he had fought. It was a testament to the risks he took and the risks he laughed in the face of.

Eric, my Beta, not even looking up from his computer screen, smirked while he continued typing furiously on his keyboard. I shook my head and chuckled. He was right, it did take like shit. "I'll take it that you agree with me then?" He grinned, but this time he brought his head up from the screen he was buried in, looking at me with his striking blue eyes. He had a hard exterior; one scar that almost left him blind in one eye. It traced from his forehead, all the way to his cheek bone, just barely grazing his eyelid. It was left by a traitor, and every time I looked at it, I felt a slight sense of guilt.

Like a signature carved into royalty. He hadn’t made me flawless. He’d made me powerful. I could feel Nyx's awe inside of me melting. My breath hitched. My hand reached for the scar, fingers trembling. To me, it had always been a scar, to be hidden just like Madame Ysara had ordered. But to him—it was a crown. A sob slipped from me, raw and sudden. He came to me quietly, brushing the hair from my face. “You hate it, don’t you?” he asked softly.

It’s sore but not that painful. Tyler then tore his tuxedo, revealing his six-pack abs. Meah handed me two pairs of silver fingernails. Grandmama Jane gestured to me to scratch Tyler’s chest in a cute roar-roar motion of her hand. I quickly slid the silver fingernails. And, with a swift swipe of the sharp silver nails, red blood flowed from his chest but it immediately faded into four curve lines. A scar on his chest and a scar on my neck. Those are the Marking of the Mates.

“You can't go down with your eyes watery that way. Comport yourself before you step down….. I will wait till you put yourself together.” I exhaled a deep breath and wiped my face with my scarf. On doing that, I recalled that Tyrion had given back to me two scarves on that day he healed me in the school, and one of them was at home. “How did he get it? I lost it in that resort where I had a one-night stand." I contemplated. At that point, my heart was being freed. “I can't ask him, but it seems somehow that he brought it to me. Did he rent the room, find it there, and bring it to me because he saw me with another type of it?”