Astarion Scar Novels & Stories

Something about him was clearly off, but I didn’t know what, and maybe some time to get his head together would do him some good. “Are you really just going to let that fae fucker get away with what he did?” He asks slowly, narrowing his gaze. “After he left you with that!” As Allister speaks, he reaches out and pulls aside my shirt to reveal the scar that now marks my chest. Even if we were quick to heal, we couldn’t completely heal if the weapon that was used against us was supernatural in nature. Because of that, I was left with this constant reminder of my misstep.

He sounded almost growly, and it was obvious he was having a hard time maintaining control. She rather liked that, but she knew they had to deal with the full extent of her scars first. “You haven’t seen everything.” She licked her lips, which were unexpectedly dry despite the warm, humid air, and she pointed to her chest. He seemed poised to argue with her, but his gaze followed the line of scars down her neck and across her shoulder. They were concentrated mostly on the left side and crept down her chest, particularly marring her left areola and nipple. Part of her right breast was scarred as well, though the nipple remained uninjured. He looked so sad for her, but it didn’t seem to be a l

The necklace resting against wet skin. Then her breath caught. “There.” Ethan looked immediately. “What?” Aria pointed toward the girl’s wrist. A faint mark was visible beneath the sleeve. Tiny. Barely noticeable. But enough. Her heart started racing harder. “No,” she whispered. Ethan frowned. “What is it?” Slowly, Aria pushed up the sleeve of her own sweater. Just above her wrist sat a thin crescent-shaped scar. Daniel stared at it first. Then Ethan. The room went deathly quiet.

"Fuck you, Langit!" Alvaro Zeinial Alexander, the younger brother of Keira and the same person as the man who claimed to be Cherry's lover. From that moment on, he chose to wipe out those who were responsible for his sister's death.

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.

It was kind of funny because I imagined all the colour leaving his body and spilling out onto the ground. “You should give her clothes back,” He put me down. “I don't think she'll be comfortable with walking around the pack in what she's wearing right now. I'll be in my office if you need me.” He left and I couldn't help staring. It took every ounce of strength to stop Asteria from pouncing on him and offering us to him like a whore. I wonder how only now I'm noticing the scar on his back. It looked like someone cut a diagonal from his shoulder blade to his hip. Should I ask or would I be crossing boundaries?

Master Kron had kept her on scraps, just enough to keep her going. The mark on her arm caught her eye again. In the dim light of the cave, it seemed to glow slightly—a crescent moon circled by five small stars. It was beautiful, really. A evil joke from the Moon Goddess. "What am I supposed to do with you?" Astra asked the mark. "Follow you to some wolf who'll probably reject me the moment he realizes I'm a rogue?" But the pull was getting harder to ignore. Like an itch under her skin that wouldn't go away.

I wanted to see fear in her face, wanted her to understand the mistake she'd made by pushing me away. She flinched slightly as I placed my hand on top of her head, blocking her view. Still, her voice didn’t shake. "Who doesn’t know who you are?" she said, her tone flat but steady. I paused, taken aback. Her eyes slowly lifted to meet mine, and I felt the first crack in my armor. "Adrian Martinez, Alpha of the powerful Blackwood Pack," she added, her voice carrying a quiet strength that made my wolf, Blaze, stir.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

The fireplace seemed running out of heat for scar and Lorna. Lorna is scar's human mate. They haven't actually claimed each other since they just met, but Lorna and I were friends before. I was happy that Scar found his mate but a little worried for he was expecting his mate to be a she-wolf. And now that Scar was injured due to other rogues trying to corner him, he couldn't move. Lorna signed and nodded at her. She scratched the scar on her neck and turned to me. "Alright. But just so you know, I would be really sad if you get hurt as well. Please be careful, Tara..."