White Scars Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

Chapter 12: The Aftermath Lillias’s POV The rogue’s stench still lingered in the clearing, even after he’d vanished into the dense forest. My body trembled as I regained control, Scarlett reluctantly retreating to the back of my mind. Her presence was smug, but beneath it, I felt her vigilance. She was satisfied with chasing him off but ready to fight again at a moment’s notice. I glanced down at myself, cheeks flushing at the realization of my state. Scarlett’s sudden shift had shredded my clothing, leaving me standing in the cool night air, completely exposed.

I hope he shits himself! They wanted a strong Alpha, and now they will see the price they must pay! A claw rakes my side, but it tickles. Everything becomes a blur. I have no clue how many wolves I have killed. I don’t care. They are traitors to their own kind! They are the outcasts, not wolves like me! I don’t stop until no more wolves dare to attack me. I am covered in blood. I shift back. My vision is red and fuzzy. I try to wipe away some blood, but I only end up smearing it more. I hear a raspy breath. It is Scarlet, barely clinging to life. I walk to her. “Thank you for finally seeing the truth. Thank you for trying to make it right.” I take her hand. She squeezes my fingers, lightly.

“Mummy…” Sophia looked down. “Yes?” Seraphina whispered: “I think someone is still watching us.” Behind them the blank page on the table slowly turned itself. One sentence appeared. CHAPTER 163 HAS ALREADY BEEN WRITTEN. End of Chapter 162 TO BE CONTINUED…

“Close your eyes. Go inside.” I closed my eyes. Frost crunched under my bare feet. “What do you see?” “Dark,” I said. “Go past it. Past the rejection. Past your mother’s scar. What’s underneath all of that?” I breathed and pushed past the humiliation of the barn, past Kaden’s face, past Harlan saying the word sell like I was livestock. At the very bottom there was snow. Not cold. Warm. Glowing faintly. “Light,” I whispered. “White light.”

Vivian nodded, and that instance, lightning picked up both living and dead bloodstones, and they all left. Susan seeing she was now alone with these lot released them from the temporal storm of lightning she had created. “It’s me you want,” Susan said. “It’s me you’ll have.” “Correction,” Chadwick, a dashing muscular man with white hair stepped forward, saying, “we came to end your kind.” “I know.” Susan stared into those eyes of darkness with a cold look. “I know how you survived,” she said. Chadwick looked a bit surprised. “I won’t be repeating that process,” she added.

Scarlett’s hand transformed, her nails turning into deadly claws. Before I could react, she dug them into my arm, ripping through my skin like a blade. I screamed in agony as fresh blood gushed from the deep gashes. The pain was unbearable. Was this how I was going to die? Tortured and humiliated in front of the entire pack? Half an hour. I had been suffering for half an hour. My body felt numb, the pain too overwhelming to process. And then— Scarlett suddenly stood up, stepping away from me. I was left lying there, broken, bleeding, barely able to breathe. She looked down at me with a satisfied smirk."Now, let’s end this once and for all," she said, her voice dripping with triumph. I barely

White light flowed from me and went at them weaving round them all. They started screeching in pain and soon burnt into a pile of ash. Dull pain erupted on my hands and I saw dark markings weave themselves from my wrist to my arm. My pack members looked at me in complete shock then everything went blank.

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

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.

I blinked as the memory slowly faded away and I marched into the building, confident that more parts of my memory would return. "Do you really have what it takes to be a white wolf Scar?" My mother asked me and I watched as she educated younger Scarlett about white wolves and all the memories suddenly began rushing to me. My earlier suspicion had been right, Scarlett really was a white wolf and I'm sure the seer had known. Why else would he have told me to read about them? The memory slowly faded away and the screams and clashing of swords pierced through my mind once more and I clutched my head.