12 Scars Novels & Stories

I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with. A scars mean a hurt is over and the wound is close. It means you conquered the pain , learned a lesson, grew stronger and move forward. A scar is a tattoo of triumph to be proud of . Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make scars in your life disappear , but you can change the way you see them. You can start seeing your scars as a. Sign of strength and not of pain. ---

And here was Danzel Parker, staring directly at my dirty past on full display. Scars. Yes, there were scars on my body. Some were small, scattered here and there, but there was a specific, deep one running from just below my left breast, across my stomach, and ending at my right hip bone. It was deep, nasty, and heavily stitched. My hands instinctively moved to cover my stomach, but Danzel caught my wrists. "Angelina, tell me what happened," he demanded, his gaze shifting between my eyes and the jagged scar.

At least sober he can try not to rip someone’s throat out with his claws. She stares at the fire for a few seconds longer before she finally speaks. “It’s… I’ve never seen anything like it, Alpha Lucian. She’s in… terrible shape. By all accounts, she should be dead like three times over. I don’t understand how she’s still even moving.” Lucian feels his claws prick at his skin. He clenches his fists and the points dig into his palm. The pain helps ground him as his healer continues. “She has extensive scarring across most of her body. Some of the scars are years old. Do you know how much damage has to be dealt for one scar to form on a wolf? Let alone enough to cover an entire body.

I looked at his retreating back wondering since when did he become so heartless. --------------------------------------------------- "Take these medicine for 1 week and the inflammation will be gone. But these marks will remain...." The doctor said looking sadly at me but I didn't cared. These scars were nothing compared to the scars on my soul. Andrea was still sitting with me talking to the doctor "I am really sorry ma'am" I said referring to the burn on her hand "It's alright they will heal but yours may not.....I will get you a special scars medicine ..it definitely works...don't worry they will vanish with time'

She blinked as she saw them – really saw them – for the first time. God, they must have been born out of such pain. Agonizing pain. From the first night they’d met and she’d shaken his hand, Zoe had been totally confident and sure that they were burns, but suddenly, she wanted to hear from Scars how he’d been so damaged by fire… what… twenty years ago? Maybe a bit more? He’d have been a teenager, surely? Her eyes traveled up the raised, scarred roads of hell that he carried with him, up and across his chest, down both arms to his hands, then back up to his face. Scars had seen her expression change and sharpen, seen where she was looking, and he’d sat very still. She moved her eyes to meet h

She barely saw his large, long scars at all anymore, but when he gave her that dazzling smile, they disappeared for her completely. The scars on his face had been sustained when he’d tried to save his parents from a car accident that had killed them when Scars was nineteen. He’d managed to get his twelve-year-old brother Sam out of the car, and then had gone back to try to get his Mom and Dad – and he’d caught fire as he’d struggled to release them from their seatbelts. It had taken five grown men to drag Scars out of that car – seconds before it had exploded.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

Looking down further, she saw a disfigured patch of skin on his ankle. Olivia's heart quivered as she felt tightness in her chest. 'Did he wound himself when shielding me from the acid in Murica?' Looking all over, he had more than ten scars of various sizes. All ten of them seemed to be related to her...

Every muscle and biceps was defined, trained into perfection. But his skin was imperfect. Scars. I had seen a few of them before but mostly the one in his back. They weren’t just one, they were multiple of them. A cruel map of violence, slashed, punctured and jagged tears. Pain lived there. The kind that no cocky smirk could hide.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them.