White Scars Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

Jade leaves, heart pounding, aware that time is slipping and stakes are higher than ever. ❤️ Chapter 63: Oswald Guest House Jade races to the Oswald Guest House, adrenaline and dread propelling her through the city. She confronts a surreal, luxurious setting: polished marble, rose petals, floating candles, and a staged romance in full display. At the top, she finds Scarlett, poised and calculating, ready with her practiced charm—but her smile vanishes when she sees Jade. Confrontation erupts immediately. Jade tries to warn Scarlett about the danger of pregnancy, but Scarlett derides her, escalating the tension. The chapter ends with betrayal and violence, Scarlett physically attacking Jade a

“If only you hadn’t been tainted. I would have taken you as a bride.” He whispered in a mixture of regret and disgust before he sank his teeth back into the wound. I screamed in pain as he drank deeply, my world was coming in and out of focus and I could have sworn I heard both my girls calling for me. “Sera? Emma?” I mumbled before succumbing to the darkness. Authors note: The next update will be soon! I will be releasing the last 17 chapters at once :) Keep up to date on progression on my Facebook page.

“Let me out. I’ll show them what happens when they mess with a white wolf.” “No,” I whispered internally. “If they find out what I am, it’ll only get worse.” Their laughter rang in my ears as they circled me. Layla delivered another sharp kick to my ribs, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped, coughing as I felt my ribs snap—only for them to begin healing almost immediately. “Look at her,” Scarlet sneered, crouching down to grab my chin roughly. “She heals so fast. It’s almost… fun.”

So he allowed her to whisk him away. He leaned forward, cupping her face in his hands and meeting her lips in a searing kiss. She tasted sweet, like the vanilla and chocolate wafers she'd snacked on when they were still in the city, and he deepened the kiss without hesitation. Their tongues entwined as they lost themselves in one another, the heat and need pouring from their mouths and bodies. Scar's legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled her closer, and she ran her hands over his broad shoulders. He could feel her heart racing, and he ran his hands up and down her back in a soothing gesture. Finally, reluctantly, he pulled away from her, both of them breathing quietly . "What scar is th

She glanced at me for a moment, and then looked back into the book. “What's the irony?” I asked. “You being the last of the White wolves, but still a hybrid of the demon wolves. It just doesn't make sense.” Scarlett shook her head. It was obviously stressing her out. “I'm sure we will figure it out.” I assured her, flipping the cake. “Maybe she meant to call me a hybrid of the White wolf and demon wolf.” “Maybe.” Scarlett shrugged, picking up the book again. She read a considerable amount of it, and she finally reached a point where it made sense.

Was this why she needed this scarred alpha? The mark on her neck glowed violet, and the trees started spinning around her, and then they just weren’t anymore. She had escaped the butchers, but she was now at the mercy of the fire spreading through her veins. As the world began to fade into darkness, and the heat began to suffocate her, a sharp scent of ozone and cedar flooded her senses... And then she felt a hand touch hers, cold and comforting in the heat she suffered from. "What do we have here...?"

Willow sat with the white book in her lap, her fingers gently grazing the soft leather as she hesitated to open it. She felt the familiar warm hand on her upper back as she glanced over to her lover. He nodded slowly, encouraging her to take the next step. She took a deep breath, slipping her fingers beneath the cover and opened it. For a second nothing happened, but then a bright white light blinded her vision as she felt a force pull her very essence from her body. On instinct she wanted to fight it, but she knew she needed to surrender in order to receive the answers she needed. So, she let go. She relaxed her body, cleared her mind and the intensity of the white light lessened until her

"You are funny. Even if the Doc were to know anything, he only attends to the Royal blood. And even if he got to find out, he would love his life more than to bring that up! Swara can never succeed me. Not when she is Brian's child! My successor has to be someone else." "Someone else? I'm surprised you did not mention me as your successor." "My successor has to be Jeff. My first fruit. I will look for him and bring him back."

I hope that we can get by all the stuff that has happened, and she will not hold it against me for disappearing. Scarlett got up and went to the bathroom to tidy herself up. I chucked on a pair of shorts and went into the kitchen to wash my hands and get a drink of water. I could hear small branches snapping outside. There must be a deer wandering around close again to the cabin as the branches snapping sounds like it is right outside my front door.