Under Your Scars Book Ending Novels & Stories

A smile appeared on her face as she slowly picked it up again. Bestiee❤: Still up? Her smiling face immediately changed. She dropped her phone, promising herself not to pick it again. She sighed, opening her textbook. Chapter 22.

I passed out naked, bloody, and alone but free; after ten years, I was free. I had just done the unthinkable. I completed the rejection ritual marking myself as a mate rejecter, a pariah in my community. I not only rejected my mate but my old pack. My whole identity to that point – was gone. I was now scarred, no longer marked. Now, I carry the black scar created by the silver blade, and I reject the mate made just for me by the goddess. The cursed life of a "Scarred One" is what I must look forward to now. The sense of loss was foreboding. Was what I lost the only cost for my freedom from my mate bond?

It read: Dear Mabel, Seeing your eyes light up as you picked up this book made me want to see them always aglow so I hope this simple gift would always give you pleasure. I hope you will tell me the story someday. I hope you also enjoyed our outing today in the same way I did. Have fun with your book. Yours always, Varrick Mabel was so impressed and affected by Devlin’s thoughtfulness that she brought the book to her lips. That man, she thought and then as if realizing something, she shook her head and dropped the book like it burned her.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*

With a final bright flash that blinded them, it vanished. Light faded. Silence returned, Kael lay panting, out cold, the green light vanished from his arm and the silver scars stayed but were quiet, just scars. A final scar etched itself on the journal’s cover, finishing its story. The book glowed warm and steady. It felt… whole. Complete. It was done. Liora collapsed, exhausted, Ash caught her, holding her close. They had done it and captured the last piece, the Scourge was contained but as Liora looked at the journal, now a powerful glowing thing, a new fear struck.

Sure, there will be scars, but they'll only serve to remind us of our strength, our love, and the beautiful family we built despite the odds. As the courtroom slowly empties out, I look at Vincent with teary eyes. "We did it," I whisper, my voice choked with emotion. "Yes, darling," he answers back, his eyes mirroring my own. "We did it together." His lips press against mine in a sweet kiss that speaks volumes about our shared struggle and victory. It's a new chapter for us, a fresh start and I can't wait to see where it takes us. ___The End___ Note: I will have a separate story for Nathan and Lucy because I have a plot hanging around in my brain. The characters in this book will appear ther

a student said it loud enough for her to hear and there was laughter everywhere. “Why would she even come back here?”A girl whispered, loud enough for people to hear. “Even the ugliest thing in the world is more presentable than her.” There was laughter, they weren't so loud to the hearing of the teachers and principal, but their piercing eyes said everything. “She thinks using the scarf to cover her scars will help anything, maybe she should have been burnt in the fire,” a student mocked. “I heard she screamed for hours during the fire and half her hair is gone”, another student echoed

To every single reader who clicked, added, or commented, you gave me the courage to finish. This might not be the most popular book out there, but it will always be special to me — because it’s proof that even the cursed can find their light, that broken people can heal, and that every ending is really the start of something new. So, from the bottom of my heart: thank you for walking through Blackwood Academy with Zara, Jace, Alex, and Zarek. Their story has ended — but maybe one day, we’ll meet them again.

The silence that fell was heavy, filled with unspoken words and emotions too raw to articulate. I lowered myself further, my lips gently touching more of her scars, one by one, inch by inch. I kissed them as if they were not symbols of a tragic past, but instead, keys to a new beginning. Each kiss was a silent vow, a promise of acceptance and unwavering support. To the unbroken skin between the scars, I bestowed gentle kisses, as if to pay homage to the strength that had enabled her to survive. To the scars themselves, my lips delivered a tender message of acceptance, acknowledging the pain they represented while also honoring the resilience they embodied.

THE END…Please note that this is only the end of Leo and Rue’s story and the beginning of Gianna and Grant’s story. NEXT BOOK: Accidentally Pregnant By My Step-Uncle