White Scars Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

I wasn't in a bodysuit. I was lying on a bed of soft moss. I could hear the sound of a distant waterfall and the howl of a real, flesh-and-blood wolf. I opened my eyes and saw a sky that was a deep, beautiful blue—without any geometric lines. I sat up, my body aching in a way that felt familiar. I looked at my hands. The chrome scales were gone. But my skin wasn't "normal" either. There were faint, shimmering white patterns etched into my forearms—scars from the "Real World" that had followed me back.

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

For a moment, I let the silence settle, staring at the city lights through my office window. Everything was falling into place. Ryan’s family was done. The company was mine. So why the hell did I still feel like something was wrong? My phone buzzed again. A blocked number. I frowned, unlocking my phone to read the message. “You think you’ve won, but you have no idea what’s coming next. Scarlet won’t be yours for long. She’ll suffer before she dies.” My blood ran cold. I sat up straight, my fingers tightening around my phone. What the hell?

It was perfect. “Phase two?” Astrid asked, pouring us drinks. I looked out the shattered window at the overgrown garden beyond. “Let the world believe I’m gone,” I said. “Dead. Hunted. A ghost.” “And then?” she prompted. I turned slowly, eyes gleaming. “Then we resurrect as their worst nightmare.” In the shadows, my plan unfolds like a viper slithering through roses. Laura thinks Scarlet was the end. She hasn’t even seen the beginning.

Her face was nothing but tight, translucent skin stretched over bone, and her eyes shimmered like the northern lights. “Where am I?” I asked, trying to straighten despite the weight of the chains. “Where your story ends, and ours begins,” she said as she stepped closer and ran an ice cold finger along my face, exactly over my scar. “Silas Blackthorn thought he could cheat us. He believed that giving us a broken human woman he had crushed by the roadside would be enough. But he did not know what I felt even then.” “What are you talking about?” My stomach clenched.

[SCARLET] Coming from Sandra's office, Scarlet was pissed. She wanted to burn everything related to Sandra but even then, she didn't have much to work with. Her sister had gotten what she had always wanted, well after Scarlet went broke anyway. Her sister had the man that she had been pining for. Sure she had abandoned Aztec, and went with Alfred but that was a mistake she was planning on fixing. Oh but Scarlet was frustrated. She wanted to tell her sister that she had a list, but Scarlet was the one who had lost. She had missed her chance with the alpha, and now no matter what happened she couldn't help but feel like she had nothing more.

on the very last page is one sentence "The visions are getting worse, I fear that he plans to usae me to exact his own revenge." Huh... This is interesting... I wonder if she was really having visions of the future like this seems to imply, or if she was making it up, or if the loss of so much of her soul simply made her a little unhinged...? I think the answers to these uestions may hold the key not only to her motives in this war, but also her plans for Chad, and this pack. I replace this book in my bag. Then I pick another random book from a shelf and start looking anything on curses, witches, breaking curses, how to reverse a spell, or blood magic.

Older than the council. The candles flickered and the shadows danced. But above all, the scroll began to glow. Cressida's body arched off the table and her mouth opened then her eyes flew open...but they weren't dark anymore. They were white. Completely white...no iris...no pupil. Just white. "Kade," I whispered. "I see it." "Is that supposed to happen?" Voss didn't answer. She kept chanting. The words grew louder, faster and even more urgent. The glow from the scroll spread across Cressida's body, covering her skin in pale light.

Instead, he forces me to live when all I want is for my misery to end. The water keeps pouring down on me, and once again, I scrub every inch of my body. But no matter how much I wash myself, I can still feel their scents on my skin…. I want to get in bed, sleep and then wake up and realize everything was just a horrible nightmare and that I am still in Crescent Moon Pack and Jordan still loves me. Tears run down my face, mixing with the water. The bathroom door suddenly opens, and a moment later, the scent of dark chocolate and cherries wraps around me, making it easier for me to breathe.