Astarion Scar Novels & Stories

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

I didn't have much choice, but the mere thought of being this close to Dearon made me insanely nervous. I stood before a beautiful, black stallion, rubbing the white star on his forehead. Dearon told me his name was Nox. I noticed a thin scar right above his muzzle—a claw mark. I could only guess that one of the rogues must have hurt him. “Let's go, beautiful,” Dearon whispered into my ear, sending a shiver throughout my body.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Nothing in Alpha Marcus Marsh's life would ever be the same again. As Elena turned from the window, the moonlight caught a hidden mark on her wrist—a crescent moon scar that pulsed with crimson light for a single heartbeat before fading back to silver, and from the scar came a whisper in a voice not her own: "The Black Fang stirs, Guardian. The seal weakens."

『.*+ •ᴄʜᴀᴘ. ᴛʜɪʀᴛʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ+ •*.』 THE RED AURA AROUND SCARLETT'S SKIN LESSENED INTO A FAINT STRAWBERRY GLOW.

Looking down at West, I silently studying his facial features. His nose was slightly crooked, purple and swollen. His lips are slightly parted, revealing his pearl white teeth. The scar across his face seems clearer to me now. I still wonder what caused such a huge scar. I slowly run my finger along the scar. Right where the scar stops, I notice the mark I saw yesterday. It’s not a circle, it’s a small birthmark, shaped very much like mine - which is on my left shoulder - the moon. More like a crescent but I just call it the moon because my mom always loved the moon and she would always tell me, when I was little, that she would take me there someday. I always knew it wasn’t possible but the

He turned to walk away,but Lucein caught his shirt from behind,the force tearing the shirt as he turned, sending another punch flying, Lucien fell in his knee still holding onto his shirt. “Who sent you” He asked relentlessly, breathing heavily. “You can have the shirt” Marcus said,as he unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall. Lucein froze as he saw the tattoo covering his backside,an eagle holding a snake in its claws. “I don't know what I'm turning into anymore…..I don't recognize myself” Scar sobbed, still hugging Aria. “It's alright,it's just one step at a time” Aria said soothingly.

I looked at Melite as Europa buried her face into my chest. Melite sighed and stepped closer, rubbing Europa’s back. “It’s okay, Europa. Bad people deserve bad things to happen to them. He was a bad person for hurting you. Asterion punished him for that crime.” she gently assured Europa. “I trust Asterion. I know that no matter who else is sent in here, he will protect us. He will keep us safe because he is good.” she added, looking up at me with a soft smile.

'Sometimes I really think that what can be the worst possibility left, when everyone says that it is still good that I only get a scar. Little did they know, that I just didn't get any scar on my face, but the scar was printed on my heart too! And it was there to remind me how weak I am, along with being unlucky and the other synonyms of jinx I can be, who is not perfect for her own self. Then how would she be any good for the whole pack by becoming the mate of the Alpha of the pack, and fit for carrying out the responsibility of being the Luna for the pack…?

Aria on the other hand, sit on the royal chair provided to her. "This is Marqus. It might be weirder than it seems, but we are odd friends. He is the Lighten Prince." Conri introduces Marqus to Aria who is eating the remaining moon drops grapes carnally. She let her eyes explore the physiques of the young man on their side. Marqus has a slim, tall, pale white body. He is currently wearing a green bracae, an animal skin sandalon, and an ordinary thin coat garment. His hair is charmingly straight and grey. It is long to his elbow level. But, what has allured the maiden is the beautiful scar on his left eyelid that looks like caused by a slash wound...