Tyrion Scar Novels & Stories

“We will be just like them. Carefree and happy. Just us!” The image felt so vivid that it almost hurt. Zylar started whimpering for our mate now. But that prolonged gaze made me notice a strange thing. A scar! There was a faint line, thin, pale, but unmistakable, cutting across Adrian's face. It was like a sharp object had sliced his face in half. The moment Zylar noticed it, she spoke seriously. “Liora, when did this scar appear on Adrian’s face? I haven’t seen it before.”

He’s like three times our age, I growl in my head. He’s basically a war hero, Lucifer comments. I look back at him and notice all of the scars that disfigure his face. There are a series of very bad ones that run across his entire face, tearing through an eyebrow and mangling his earlobe. One even goes over his eye—and it looks like that one cost him half his sight. One eye is a pale and clouded while the other is dark brown. Syrra smiles suddenly. “You know it looks like she trusts him an awful lot do you think maybe they—"

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

ARIA "Aria, are you all right?!" Tyrion wrapped his hands around my trembling body. I couldn't stop crying, and I could still hear the cold Tyrion from my dream. I could feel the way his claws cut through my flesh, mercilessly taking my life away, and now, Tyrion's embrace felt too overwhelming. I pushed him away and crawled to sit at the foot of the bed. He observed me, confusion in his eyes, while I stretched my hand forward in a halting gesture, warning him not to get any closer. I knew that it was unfair to him, but I needed a moment to gather my thoughts.

His face was inches from mine, and for a second, I saw a flash of the old Alpha—the predatory intensity, the raw, masculine power. "I don't like being touched, stranger," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear. "You have a scar," I gasped, pointing to his forearm with my free hand. "Under the leather wrap. A jagged line that looks like a lightning bolt. You got it when you were six, in the North-Spire vats, because a 'Purge-Droid' malfunctioned and you wouldn't let it hit the girl in the next tank." Thorne froze. He slowly let go of my arm, his grey eye widening. He pulled back his sleeve, revealing the scar. It was exactly as I had described.

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 beautiful. You are so… Hic!" He let her hand trailed the scar on his face. The red line which vines from the left to right side in half of his face. It was a curse from the dragon. The same dragon who gave him the stone. Grant Lancia was worshiped him because a reason. The scars always burning his face when the full moon came. It was an unbearable pain. And now, this girl say it was beautiful. "I thought Hic! was a tattoo. I'm sorry. It must be hurt you a lot."

She shook her head sarcastically. Eryna took off her loose shirt, and looked at her reflection with a sorrowful expression. The mirror reflected everything, it mercilessly showed Eryna her scars that had her kept in darkness for so long. The huge inverted ‘V’ mark on her stomach made her remember all the pain she had been through, and a deep scar on her back that ran from her left shoulder toward her right leg narrated the story of her cursed love story. Eryna’s clear eyes wandered at the girl in the reflection ,who’s eyes were grieving, Eryna stepped closer to her reflection and her dry lips parted slowly.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.