Immortal Scars

(Scars #1)

by A.L. Williams

Two Scars…one chance…

Why did you have me?

James’s life is simple among the dusty hills and Saguaro. When he's attacked by a strange creature, he’s shoved into a frenzy of hatred. Everything he’s built goes up in flames before him.

You can trust me.

Andrew protects the human world from the supernatural. It’s the only way to cope with the memories and guilt. A strange encounter in an alley brings him in James’s path and he is forced to protect him--whether James likes it or not.

Both men are thrown into a battle of revenge and a rush of feelings they can’t fight.  Heaven and earth are about to collide. Can they work together to stay alive or are the Scars too deep?

Immortal Scars CAN be read as a standalone.

Note: This book may contain situations that are difficult for some readers. See Author notes for details.



A swirl of fluorescent lights danced to the rhythm of the pulsing beat. Shades of blues, reds, yellows, and greens illuminated Divine. It was one of many clubs alive and crowded, but the only safe space for queer club goers in Tucson. The music, muffling laughter and small talk, grated on me as I rubbed my temple.

Bottles of alcohol lined the walls of the two bars on both sides of the dance floor. I searched among the dancers, finding Hayley dancing with some stranger. She swung her leather-clad hips, her outfit stretching across her slim pale form. She pressed her chest against the stranger, gyrating. I thinned my lips, glowering as she turned to me. Her smile fell and she turned to her dance partner, whispering in their ear. They frowned, but nodded and stepped back.


She plowed through the herd of people with a wide smile, her blue eyes catching the glint of the swirling lights. Once at the bar, she plopped into the stool at my side, her golden dirty blonde hair bouncing with her exposed breasts.

“Have fun?” I asked, cringing at the petty sound of my voice.

“Tons. You should pull that stick out of your ass and try it.”

“No thanks.”

“Come on. You even have someone interested.”


She pointed to the other bar. “You should go say hi. He’s been looking at you since you came in.”

I turned and went completely still, meeting the eyes of a man that made my mouth water. Colorful light danced off of his dark bronzed skin. His eyes were equally as dark, smoldering with interest. I watched his tongue slide across his thick lips and I thanked the heavens for my perfect eyesight. It was then that he offered a heart stopping smile that went straight to my dick.

“Damn, he’s hot. Looks like you think so, too.” Hayley snickered, closing my slacked jaw. I internally groaned as my face grew hot, avoiding the pleased expression on her face. “He lives,” she said, with a fake gasp. I rolled my eyes.

Against my better judgement I peered at him again, finding his eyes still firmly on me. A man with a similar haircut, but much taller, tapped his shoulder. He turned and rubbed the back of his head. The other man smirked with an arch brow.

“Let’s go talk to them. I’ll take the giant,” Hayley said, tugging on my denim sleeve.

“No way.” I spun in my stool and waved at the bartender.

“Jamie!” Hayley said.

“What? If you want to talk to them then go. I’m not interested.” I avoided eye contact, brushing a loc from my face. Unlike Hayley I lacked the ability to flirt and I wasn’t interested in starting. The fact that I agreed to come was a mystery. Maybe I was growing soft. Hayley asked me to do a lot of things and the answer was always no.

The bartender came over and I ordered a beer, ignoring the hard glare burning into the side of my face.

She ordered two AMFs. “I don’t know why I put up with you. I’m like that stereotypical heroine who hangs out with the nerd in young adult novels.”

I laughed at the absurdity. If only my life was that simple.

When the bartender returned with our drinks Hayley snatched the beer and pushed the glass of chilled blue liquid in front of me. “Drink.”

I eyed it, weighing my options. On one hand I could just say no, but on the other it was there already and looked delicious. Before I could change my mind, I grabbed it, chugging it all in one gulp. I wiped my mouth and glanced at Hayley who gaped at me before grinning. “Nice! Another, barkeep!” The bartender nodded and scooped ice into new glasses.

Several drinks later my body and mind were relaxed.  Hayley swayed to the music; her eyes glassy. “Wow, you can drink.”

I chuckled. I was pleasantly light and calm, but I was far from drunk. That wasn’t possible.

Monsters didn’t get drunk. 

“Wanna dance?” she asked with a hiccup.

“Sure.” I swiveled the stool and hopped off, heading towards the dance floor. A grunt followed as I smacked into a hard chest—a chest that smelled like heaven. Large arms wrapped around me and I looked up, meeting the same intense eyes from earlier.

“Hi,” he said, his voice sliding along my skin like butter. I shivered and it wasn’t because I was cold. We stared at each other for I don’t know how long until I heard Hayley giggle behind me. My face warmed and I stepped away, missing his arms the instant he removed them. I looked down at the floor. What was going on with me? Attraction happened, but not like that. Not that intense.

I peered at him again as he gazed at me, my pale white eyes reflecting back. I turned towards Hayley, finding her talking with the other man, his large frame menacing compared to her.

“She’ll be okay. He’s harmless for the most part.”

I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but his voice did things to me. I couldn’t remember why I was staying away. He inched closer and I didn’t move, watching him lean down. His lips almost brushed my ear, sending a jolt of arousal straight to my groin. I was so lost in his overpowering presence I almost didn’t hear him speak.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked.

I bobbed my head, unable to find the words.

What are you doing?

He guided me to the dance floor, weaving through the gyrating bodies until we reached an empty space at the center. Once we stopped, I was pulled against his chest. We started to dance. His hands were on my hips, guiding me to the beat as if he knew I couldn’t dance—I couldn’t.

I leaned into him, laying my head against his chest and allowing him to take the lead. We danced; time unimportant and lost around us. I didn't know how many songs passed. He was all I saw. The only thing that mattered. I didn’t know him. I hadn’t even learned his name, but we moved as a unit. As if we were built for one another.

He slid his large hands over my smaller body, sending jolts of electricity along my skin. Everywhere he touched it tingled. Desire rose in my veins and I tried to control it, pushing back the bubbling heat within. I bit my lip as he grabbed my ass and squeezed it, pulling a gasp from me. All my blood rushed south and my cock began to fill. He pressed closer and his matching erection poked my thigh. I groaned low in my throat, the sound almost a growl.

We’re in public.

My dick throbbed, not caring about my inner thoughts.

We continued to move together, our cocks rubbing through our restrictive fabric. I looked up, meeting his eyes that shimmered with a primal need I’d only ever seen in movies or porn. He ducked his head, his breath wafting my face. My cock twitched. How could someone’s breath smell like that? I wasn’t sure what the smell was. It had to be pheromones.

As I contemplated having his breath and sweat bottled, our lips touched and he swallowed down my moan.


We’re in public

You’ll hurt someone

My body was on fire and I was swimming from the intensity that was him. It was all too much.


About the Author

My name is Alec Lee Williams, a trans #ownvoices artist. My pronouns are He/him/his.  I have loved creating things ever since I can remember. My art is the visual and written expression of what is in my heart and mind. Show the world what social expectation and stigma it has created in regards to mental health. Mental illness and discrimination are a part of our history and it’s time the world sees it.  The beautiful and the dirty.

With my art, I want to show those who don't have mental illness what it's like. I want those that do have a mental illness, specifically queer POC, to relate and maybe even letting go of their trauma and triggers by seeing it displayed. I want them to know they are not alone. Now that I have decided to pursue writing my novels I hope will do the same.

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