Novel & Cerita Tyrion Scar

"If you think that she stands as a threat to this kingdom, then perhaps you are not fit to hold your position, Beta Morris." "Tyrion!" the king yelled. "There should be a limit to your impertinence!" Prince Tyrion scoffed. "Impertinence? I'm merely stating the facts." Then he snapped his fingers, and on his signal, two warriors entered the room, helping the third, wounded one by letting him lean his weight on their shoulders. The third warrior had a long cut on his leg; the injury seemed infected. I looked at his pale face and sweaty forehead. I knew that the man had to be in great pain; I'd seen this type of injury many times, treating them when I'd been working for the coven.

Tyr’s mark is on his upper left back, just right where his shoulder blade is. Because of the location of his print, Tyr thought the moon must be teasing him. Aside from having a different mark from everyone, a one of its kind at that, he couldn’t see it unless he stands in front of a mirror and look at it from his reflection. He kept on pressing on it and the skin around his mark would turn white from the pressure of his fingers while his mark remains rosewood red. Other werewolves would have been over the moon bearing that colored print under their skin because it only means to be given to royal werewolves. However, for Tyr, having only a half mark printed on him means he must be cursed.

I said, hoping to convince Ariel. “I can’t. Please. Just whatever you do, don’t scream. He likes it when you scream.” Ariel said before she quickly left the room. Ariel didn’t know that I was already blocking some of the wolfsbane off, so perhaps I would finally be able to mindlink someone. “How did she know about the screams?” Simon asked. I didn’t have time to think about it, because Tyrion came storming inside my cell and started to beat me up. “This pack is weak. You made it weak. We lost to those damn humans and half breeds. Your stupid brother even helped them. I barely got out. Shit.” Tyrion said, sounding like he was panicking.

“They're bleeding…” He smiled at me and said softly “it's fine, it happens sometimes. Besides, they'll heal” He was wrong. My hands traced along the deep cuts on his shoulder, his body tensed under my touch. I looked up from the wounds and met Scar's eyes directly in front of me. His pupils were dilated, his lips parted slightly and he looked absolutely breathtaking. “Your eyes” there were no longer fully green, they had a glint of gold in them and I found myself mesmerized by their color.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

Some sort of tribal Lycan as Madam Yelena had put it. Even gods such as the Moon goddess, goddess of war, god of darkness, and so on, were scared of the man. So I wondered how the scar came about. The man was an unstoppable force on the battlefield. And he never went out to wars. Because of his bloodlust. And of course, the inhumane ways he killed. So what came about the scar? Who had dared to scar him? I knew with the way he wore the scar, it clearly meant something. It was the twenty-first century, facial surgeries were rampant. But he chose not to cover it up. And that meant whoever did it– and whatever happened was a deep dark secret shoved deeper in his closet.

She doesn’t seem to notice that she is still touching him as her body heals itself. At first, I think that my eyes are playing tricks on me. I’m wishing for him to be better, so I’m seeing his hand heal. But, as Arya becomes more fully healed, I see that Zak’s hand is changing. It becomes plumper, the skin changing from black to a raw red, then to a scarred and pale pink. Within a minute, it’s completely healed. I stare, my mouth wide open in astonishment. Arya moves her hand from his, pulling away.

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

As he leaned forward into the amber glow of the fireplace, my breath vanished. He was breathtakingly handsome, but his beauty was ruined by violence. A jagged, silver scar cut through his left eyebrow and down his cheekbone. But it was his eyes that locked me in place—glowing, luminous pools of molten gold. Alpha Dominic. The Lycan King. "Where... where am I?" I trembled. Dominic stood up, moving with the silent grace of an apex predator. "You are in the heart of Shadow Ridge," he said coldly. "You crossed my border, little wolf. My warriors do not show mercy to rogues."