White Scars Successor Chapters Novels & Stories

“I, I don’t know what to do, Drea. Everything is changing, and I’m changing. And, I don’t know how to do this without you. Without you, everything is dark and wrong. I should have killed that bastard faster.” A hot, searing rage burned through her grief. It coiled in her stomach, seeping into her limbs. Her fingers twitched, and she remembered how she hurt Laura with those same hands. She staggered back from the bed, retreating into the shadowed corner of the room. Then she saw it. Her reflection stared back at her from the dark window. But it wasn’t her. Her eyes were slit like a cat’s. Her hands were elongated, ending in curved claws. It was a familiar dark presence, one that had always be

The story was actually written during the weekto 2020's Halloween, with a chapter representing each day and as you've noticed the culmination to the Oktoberfest event. So, penny for tour thoughts on a passion sequel? Will Jake return to look through the secrets of the book? Let me know in the comments. As always, thanks for your support and have a great Halloween!

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.

He broke the kiss, his crimson eyes blazing with a terrifying, absolute finality as the white ghosts successfully breached our silver barrier, their pale hands reaching out to dismantle my baseline. Isang matalim at nakakangilong tunog ng pagkasira ang umalingawngaw sa aming shared link habang ang puting lason ng mga Sovereigns ay tuluyang bumaon sa aking balikat. The white-out protocol had initiated the extraction of the Sovereign Successor.

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.

I trace my bottom lip with my thumb, blood rushing to my cock as I replay the kiss from earlier. The last woman who gave me sleepless nights was my mother. And I swore it would never happen again. I haven’t allowed myself to want anything in a long, long time. But I want Scarlett Whitmore. And I know exactly how to get her. *** SCARLETT The clock reads 3 AM when I stumble into my best friend’s house, shivering with excitement, “Chiara! You won’t believe what I discovered today…” My voice trails off, dread coiling in the pits of my stomach at the sight that greets me.

Grey swallowed hard, his chest heaving, eyes darkened with the knowledge of secrets that would burn anyone to the soul. His mind flickered...sharp and chaotic...as his Beta linked in through the mindlink, the urgency almost crawling through his skull like venom. “The medicines we’ve been using aren’t working… what do we do? The seer says the cure is here, right in the pack… the cure to both your illnesses.” His eyes dropped to Scarlet. She was a beacon in the storm, unaware of the burden that his bloodline carried, unaware of the gnawing sickness that had infected them both, her presence both salvation and poison.

"Hannah, take your sister outside and keep watch. I will begin treating this young lady first." "Yes, master," Hannah complied. After Hannah led Quinn out, Skylar took the initiative and performed a formation that Chase did not recognize, enclosing the entire room within its boundaries. Once this was done, Skylar signaled Chase to approach the unconscious Bianca in the pavilion. Without any noticeable action from Skylar, a flash of light appeared, and simultaneously, wounds opened on both Bianca's and Chase's wrists. As soon as the wounds appeared, it was as if an invisible force was at work; a thread of blood rose from Bianca's wrist and converged toward Chase's. A bloodline instantly conne

Chase explained to Aubrey then held his phone up towards her face. She let out a sharp gasp as tears began to stream down her face. I wanted to burst right through the damn glass and let her know that I was still alive, but she didn’t know about being a Scion or werewolves. I’d scare the living hell out of her and if I tried to shift right now, I would probably pass out before I had a chance to do anything. I saw her snatch the phone away from Chase to look at it closer. She threw the phone across the room and it landed right by the glass doors. There was a picture on it and it was of my smashed-up car and the truck. I was too late. I couldn’t fix this, not yet. I was so enraged. How could m

"And the Guest is already clearing the path for us. The snow in the north is starting to melt, Mom. The ice is crying." ​The hook was set. The 168th chapter ended with the sound of a thousand footsteps hitting the pavement in perfect unison. We were leaving the sanctuary to find the origin of the scream.