White Scars Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

I wanted Willow just as badly as he did, but our gorgeous mate had obviously been through some shit and his wrecking ball approach was evidently not working. I sat up then, wrapping one arm securely around her waist so that I could move us back into a more comfortable reclining position, with my back leaned up against the headboard and Willow snug in my lap. Nevertheless, I was shocked to my core when I noticed the thin, faint white lines crisscrossing the tan skin of her back that I had just uncovered, peeking out from behind the dark curtain of her hair. Without thinking, I readjusted my hold on Willow, pushing her long tresses to the side so that I could see the full extent of the scarrin

Michael’s presence is becoming a distant memory, and I’m growing into a woman I can be proud of. --- As I read Scarlet’s entries, I’m struck by how similar our journeys are. We’ve both faced painful relationships and made mistakes, but we’ve also shown incredible resilience and growth. Scarlet’s transformation is inspiring. She’s evolved from a victim to a woman reclaiming her power, and I find myself admiring her. It’s as if we share an unspoken bond, a mutual understanding of pain and recovery. I’m proud of her—proud of how far she’s come and the strength she’s found within herself. In many ways, her journey mirrors my own, and that realization brings me a sense of solidarity and hope.

The priestess urged and she strained again. The mirror flashed and Scarlett's image came into view. The mirror showed her how much pain Scarlett was suffering from and how the obstinate lady was trying to hide it from Xavier. It also showed when Scarlett coughed blood and also when she passed out. When the images faded, Cassandra smiled evilly. "This is only the beginning." **end of flashback**

"Scarlet, I know you wouldn't want to return to B city, and I don't want you to either, but I hope you'll consider my suggestion. You'll find everything you need in B city. They are open for you to use and explore. A talented designer is especially sought after in B city by many veiled and affluent families. That's why I came up with the idea for you to go back, I remember you're keen on that, right? In front of you is a promising future. In addition, you have changed by this point. I think you can handle everything peacefully, regardless of who you run into. Scarlet became quiet at his words. He is right. She has now completely changed into something else. With no fear, she can face any cha

Then he threw the diamond ring out the window. But the instant it cleared the bridge railing, Zac’s heart lurched. His face went pale. He shoved the car door open and stumbled after it. He gripped the railing with both hands and stared down at the rushing river below. The ring had already vanished into the water, swept away by the muddy current. * By the time the medical team finished collecting Skyla’s bone marrow sample, the sky was already bright. Chris estimated that Winter should be waking soon and was preparing to return to Blackwood Manor.

“Not from you, from this.” From us. Her shoulders stiffened. She nodded once, sharply, as if sealing something shut inside herself. “Fine,” she said. Calm. Too calm. “Then take it.” She turned and walked away. And something in me broke. ~ That night, my hair turned white faster than it ever had before. Skylar and Dante were over to visit and had instantly noticed it. “You’re pushing the limit,” she said sharply, blocking the doorway to my quarters. “You were barely an hour away from her.”

The vampires let out a great shout, and as they did, Scarlet took it all in, feeling as if, finally, she had found her people. Scarlet’s eyes flew open as she woke to the sound of breaking glass. She found herself lying face-down on the cement, her cheeks pushed up against it, cold and wet and damp. She saw ants crawling toward her, and placed her palms on the rough cement, sat up, and brushed them away.

But as she grazed her hand along his neck, wiping away the remnants of the spilled drink, her trembling fingers revealed something unexpected—a scar, a scratch mark, etched onto his skin, that she had never seen before. Talia's eyes widened, shock washing over her features, as the weight of her realization sank in. Panic welled up inside her, her mind racing to comprehend the implications of this unexpected discovery. She could barely find the words to articulate her confusion and fear. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Justin...this scar, it's the same as... as the person who tried to kill me. How is this possible?" Justin's eyes dropped to the ground, his hand reaching up to gingerly t

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."

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.