White Scars Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

If that was the case, then someone among the people he had been with that night must have poisoned him. The memory of the bar surfaced in my mind. The dim lights, the noise, the unfamiliar faces surrounding him. I didn’t even know who those people were. “I couldn’t kill him back then,” Scarlet continued quietly, almost as if speaking to herself. “So now they’re following him… waiting for another chance.” I stared out into the distance, a cold realization settling deep within me. This wasn’t over. Not for him. And not for me either. ***** LMCD22

The room was silent, heavy with so much tension and hope. Our eyes locked with each other but if you think I see clarity in the eyes of Marcus then you’re wrong. I saw a flash of light in the darkness but then, it became all dark, crazy and dangerous. My instinct told me to run, but where should I run to? How can I escape from the claws of an Alpha who is deep in his rut? My eyes that had become moist from tears when he had torn my dress painfully darkened with so much emotion that even I couldn't seem to explain.

He showed up very quickly and accompanied scarlet back to her room. Author note 📝 let me know what you think about this episode! Next chapter will be up soon. -Kisses

Her father followed behind, slower, but determined. "Dad, can you make it?" He forced a weak smile. "I didn't survive this long to die in a basement." Despite the fear, Scarlett let out a shaky breath that almost sounded like a laugh. The corridor opened into a circular chamber. Scarlett stopped. Her breath caught. The room was white. Blindingly white. Glass walls. Two chairs at the center. Suspended wires. Her pulse quickened. This was it. The first synchronization chamber. Dominic's face darkened. "So this is where she started."

*Please note the events of this book take place prior to the ending of South. This will not make sense to you if you haven’t read the first two books. Thanks! Scarlett The quaint café was quiet after Ronnie and Willow had departed, no doubt the other townsfolk were busy enjoying the fresh air without Zeke’s interference bearing down on them at every turn, but my superior hearing could pick up on Mari in the back room with Roxi keeping her occupied. I shot a grateful smile to the older she-wolf who manned the counter before she went to tell Mari, who had excused herself earlier to keep an eye on Roxi when Lucinda’s hands were full, the coast was clear.

My eyes and hair are some of my insecurities, which I inherited from my trash father. My mom is so beautiful, she wears beautiful black hair and dark eyes, which Silas inherited. My mother and brother are both dead. It still stings inside my chest, but I was trying to forget all the painful memory this past few years but every time I tries, memories will flash in my head, repeatedly hunting me.

The room felt smaller than it had before, the walls just slightly closer than they should be. Outside, the city went on without her. Lights in every window. People living in all directions. And somewhere out there — somewhere in a building nicer than she could imagine from the outside of it — Damien Hawthorne was probably halfway through a dinner she couldn't afford. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass. Looked at her own reflection. Tired eyes. The sharp cut of her jaw. Her mother's nose. She went back to the table and plugged the USB in again. There was a folder she hadn't opened. Password protected. She tried her mother's birthday. The name Elias. Then Damien, then *Rhodes*, th

Where light touched darkness, the corruption hissed and smoked. “Fight it,” I urged, pushing more power through. “Come back to me.” Her silver eyes snapped open, clearing briefly. “What…?” “I've got you,” I promised. “Just hold on. I'm not letting go.” Golden light spread from my hands in waves, pushing back the corruption inch by painful inch. My opalescent scars blazed like miniature suns, filling the room with their glow. Mom gasped as silver started overtaking her black scars. The process looked agonizing, but her grip on my arms was iron-strong.

If I'd been a tad bit faster, then I would have skipped it. Only the marked blood shall survive Velkar’s gift. The others, rot from within. Rot. The words echoed in my mind, and I felt my hands curled into my fist. I thought of her reflection lagging behind her movements. I thought I hadn't seen properly, but now, I wasn't so sure anymore. I'd seen the rot, the black veins crawling beneath her skin like living shadows. She'd tried to hide it, but I saw it all too well. They even spread around the wound she'd gotten at the trial.

I whisper as I remember where I am and why, "I'm not fully awake yet." She smiles at me, "I understand Charlie, we will be having breakfast in 30 minutes, if you'd like to shower and change, I'll come back and get you," she nods and shuts the door. I grab my bag and walk into the ensuite, locking the door then turn on the shower, I look into the mirror and my eyes are puffy and I sigh as I remove my shirt and jump back as I see a scar across my chest, I squint at the mirror and run my finger along it, "no, they were all gone, what's happening?" A tear runs down my cheek, thinking of Braddock and his new life, with his new Luna and their pup. I look at the scar and shrug, "it doesn't matter