Tyrion Scar Novels & Stories

I lose my memory and wander the streets, surviving on scraps and the kindness of strangers. Then, Miles Blackwood from the Institute of Medical Research finds me and takes me in. He tells me that I'm his long-lost fiancee who ran away years ago, and that he's spent every ounce of energy searching for me ever since. As I'm frail and riddled with illness, he watches over me as I take my medication every day, tracing the scar on my lower back with a strange, tender affection. But everything shatters the day I regain my memory. I accidentally overhear Miles speaking to a friend. "Miles, you forcibly removed Cassidy's kidney for Claudia back then. That was what caused her to lose her memories. And in the end, you let Claudia take all the credit for the research. "Now, after Cassidy's been suffering out there for years, you're bringing her back just to use her for the artificial kidney project? Aren't you worried that she'll regain her memories?" Miles scoffs. "She's incredibly grateful to me now. Besides, she's just a sickly woman. So what if she finds out? As long as we succeed in the research on artificial kidneys, Claudia will become the star of the medical world. As for Cassidy? She'll have made her contribution to the medical field." A cold chill rushes through me in an instant—I am Cassidy.

I've been in a five-year secret relationship with Shawn Lowell. For so long, everyone thinks we're rivals who hate each other's guts. At a bachelorette party hosted by a mutual friend, the bride-to-be orders every guy who is still single to wear eye masks. After that, every single woman has to walk one lap in front of them. This is so that the men can pick up on the women's perfumes. If they find a perfume they like the most, they can embrace the woman instantly and become a couple for the day. I walk very slowly in front of the men on purpose. In fact, I even stop in front of Shawn for half a second. But as soon as Shawn takes off his eye mask, he finds himself hugging Alyssa Sutton, his childhood sweetheart and first love. "Wow! You really are amazing, Mr. Lowell! You actually recognized Alyssa from all those fragrances and hugged her on the spot! Even God thinks you two are a match made in heaven!" Alyssa's eyes slightly redden, whereas Shawn looks down at her with a doting smile playing on his lips. Both of them refuse to let go of each other. As I stand a short distance away, I just smile at the scene. Last night, Shawn was still kissing the scar on my chest in bed while telling me that he wanted to marry me. How is it that he's forgotten his promise in just the blink of an eye?

Among our kind, there's an old rule. Every Luna must carry a token of her rank, and only the woman wearing that token has the right to stand at the Alpha's side. I'd been with Damien Cole for seven years. For the Luna token, I gave him everything. I took care of him down to the smallest detail. I once threw myself between him and a rogue's claws, which is why there's a scar across my stomach that will never fade. And then, at the pack banquet, Serena walked in on Damien's arm in a couture gown and, in front of everyone, dared me to hand over the moonstone ring that marked me as Luna. Damien saw the whole thing. He said nothing. He let it happen. Everyone waited for me to scream, to make a scene. I didn't. I slid the moonstone ring off my finger, calm as anything, and pushed it onto hers. "It suits you better than it ever suited me." Something like surprise flickered behind Damien's eyes, but it melted fast into smugness. "Aurora. You finally learned your place." I kept my head down. The corner of my mouth curved. I hadn't learned my place. A month ago, I got back every memory I'd lost. I'm the Alpha King's long-lost daughter. In three days, he's coming to take me home himself.

Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

When Sylvia Reed postponed our wedding for the fifth time, I found a pregnancy test report in her bag and decided to force the issue. Then I saw a trending local post. A woman rolled up her sleeves, baking cookies. Beside her, a man bent down to tease a child. One look was enough. I recognized the scar on her wrist. It was in the exact same spot as the one Sylvia got years ago when she took a knife for me. The scarf draped over the man's shoulders was one I'd custom-made for Sylvia. Our initials were stitched into it. The sight burned. I thought about how Sylvia had been glued to her phone lately, and how I'd heard a baby crying through it. Ten minutes ago, she'd sent me a voice message. "Luke, something urgent came up at the company. I can't make it back to try on the suit with you. Maybe we should postpone the wedding again? Next year. We'll definitely do it next year." But I'd already waited seven years for this wedding. I took off my groom's suit and cut it to pieces. Then I wiped my eyes, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number I hadn't called in seven years. "I'm short a bride for my wedding. Interested?"

The plane touched down in Tripoli at dusk. Behind me, the sky was on fire. I pulled out my phone and typed a message to my husband, Don Vito Hart. [I'm here. I came to bring you home.] No reply. I called his underboss, Enzo Stark. His voice was hesitant. "You… you really went to Libya?" An explosion rattled the terminal windows. My heart slammed against my ribs. "Which district is he in?" A long pause. Then, quieter: "He never left the country." His voice dropped to barely a whisper. "The business trip… it was a lie." The line went dead. A photo appeared on my screen. Time-stamped today. Vito was smiling. Bright, but something behind his eyes looked tired. His arm was wrapped around a woman. They were blowing out candles on a birthday cake. I recognized her instantly. Rosa Quinn. The woman he'd knelt and sworn on his mother's grave never to see again. Three years ago. I still had the scar on my own palm where I'd made him swear. Vito had forgotten. Today was my birthday too. My phone buzzed again. "Sera, the truth is—the Don never ended things with Rosa. We all knew. But you two seemed so happy… no one dared tell you." I read the message twice. Then I slipped the phone into my pocket. There was no need to pretend anymore.

How long can a heart survive when it’s shattered daily?How much pain can a soul take before it forgets what it means to be whole?On my 21st birthday, I was supposed to find my fated mate.Instead, I was rejected—publicly—because the Alpha’s heir was in love with my sister.But fate didn’t choose her. It chose me.So he married me… and punished me for it.He beat me when I spoke.He beat me when I stayed silent.Every bruise, every scar was a reminder—I wasn’t her.And I’d never be enough.“Pretend to be her,” he’d whisper in the dark.Then he’d use my body like it didn’t belong to me.They called me a curse.The daughter of a slave.An Omega mistake who stole her sister’s mate.I was forced to watch him worship her, protect her, love her—while I was left bleeding in shadows.Until one night… I ran.Into the arms of a stranger, I finally felt what it meant to be touched with care.One night of freedom. One night of peace.Then I found out I was pregnant.And the child isn't my mate’s.What happens when he finds out?Will he let me go—or make me pay for escaping him?And what if the stranger from that night… is more than just a memory?

On my 18th Birthday, My twin sister married my mate, Alpha Jacob, in my name. I was Alisa Clark, the she-wolf with the purest blood. The Alphas must feed on my blood. They were blessed with great power while they were cursed. The greater their abilities, the shorter their lives. My blood protected them from their curse Yet, my twin Jennifer took away my glory and had me tortured for 6 years! Worse still, My mate allowed it ** "You've been like a pig for us. He can smell you down here. He's known this whole time." She took out a mirror and held it up to my face. " You think he would ever accept such an ugly mate like this pig." I hadn't seen myself since I was twelve, vibrant and healthy. I was a child then, and now I looked like a ghost. My face was hollow and pale like a sick person. I saw the scar on my face, it burned and had inflamed my cheek so that it was swollen. My eyes were red from the tears. My hair was dull and limp over my skull. My purple eyes were the only piece of me that still held some semblance of life. I could see scars even on my neck, and I knew that my body was even more scarred, and even more pathetic... "How dare you be so stupid." Jennifer said. "How dare you think the Alpha wants you for more than your blood. Imagine him mating with you, when he could have me."

Ten years ago, there was an auction no one knew about, whispered only by the lips of the most powerful and elite clans and packs. There, Raya, a rare lunar-blood, was sold like a piece of property, to the highest bidder, the brooding and dark Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. But on the same day, under the blue moon, at the event that was meant to mark the beginning of a new era for the pack, Raya was publicly rejected and labelled cursed. But what no one knew was that Alpha Rex carried a deadly prophecy that stuck to him like a disease, slowly eating him from within. If he didn’t claim his second fated Luna, he would die within a year. To protect her from that ache, he let her go. She was banished, and it caused a scar on her soul. Raya hated him for it. Now, she lives in the shadows, a skilled rogue warrior, hiding a secret. Raya is pregnant with Rex’s child, a drunken magical manipulation neither of them remembers. But that moment could change everything. A new mandate is passed by the High Council that a blood marriage is needed to preserve the werewolf legacy and Rex’s life force. Raya is searched for again, forced to return to the Alpha who didn’t want her. And now, she is back for revenge. But Rex is dying. The curse is back. And worse is the fact that it is all tied to their bloodline, to the contrast hidden in their blood. And his first mate might not just have died while trying……. In a world where the elements of the earth didn’t want them together, can Raya risk everything, including her life, to save the man who once abandoned her?

“$100,000!” yelled a man with a golden tooth and a scar that looked like it had been carved by a bear. “$200,000!” “$300,000!” The numbers climbed, each one a nail on my coffin. “$1 million.” The entire room froze and practically everyone turned towards the deep commanding voice. "Going once... The Princess of Sinaloa, Sold for $1 million!" *************************** Lola Volcan lived as the princess of Sinaloa believing her family’s wealth came from tequila exports. Her life falls apart when her father is murdered. She is sold by family to the Cali Cartel, led by the merciless Ramon Cali. A man whose name alone silences entire cities. Everyone expects the sheltered princesa to break. But under her delicate innocence burns a volcano of cunning mischief, defiance and rage that is fueled by betrayal. Ramon is enchanted by her wits, courage and beauty as he drags her into his world of luxury, danger and violence. As Lola plots her revenge against the family that betrayed her, she is also working against the Cali Cartel. She finds herself caught in an erotic entanglement with the man who now owns her. Their twisted game of manipulation grows into dangerous obsession and passion. He realizes her sabotage but is already head over heels for her. When the rival Gomez Cartel declares war, Ramon does the unexpected. Lola Volcan rises from the ashes of betrayal, daring to rewrite her destiny. In her vengeance will she spare the man who not only owns her body but now her heart too. Or will she crush him along side all who betrayed her?