Astarion Scar Novels & Stories

Damian was ready, yet Aria still hadn’t come downstairs, forcing him to head upstairs himself—hoping she wasn’t causing trouble again. As it turned out, Aria was struggling in her walk-in closet. Maybe life at the villa had been too comfortable. Or maybe Damian had been feeding her a little too well. Either way, in just two days, none of her old dresses fit properly anymore. Standing before the mirror, she tugged fiercely at one of her favourites, trying to force it over her petite frame—then froze. Right there in the mirror, about three inches below her shoulder, a crescent-shaped scar stared back at her. Under the light, it glowed with a pearly-white sheen. It didn’t look fresh. It didn’t

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

Alpha Dimitri’s POV I waited for him to continue. “While I was asking around the outer territories, I spoke to several warriors who remembered seeing the woman calling herself Fiona Lightweather. A few of them noticed something unusual about her.” My attention remained on him. “What?” “She has a scar low on her waist.” He paused. “From the descriptions I received, it appears almost identical to the one on Scarlett Bane’s neck. Same shape. Same pattern. Even the way the skin healed around it.”

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Astra said. "That's nice. I don't even have any scars of the sort, so I can't totally say I understand. The only thing I have that is relatively close to a burn is when I fell from a tree when I was young, I broke my arm, I still have the scar from then," Jared said and Astra smiled. She was quite like a boy when she was a child and fell from a lot of places.

One moment, I was laughing with my friends at the Moonlight festival, surrounded by silver light and classical music. And the next, I was screaming. My skin was burning and the scent of my own flesh filled the air, twisting my stomach so hard I threw up. Alara grinned widely as she held the pitcher that once contained boiling water. “You thought you have it all but now, you don't! You're nothing, Violeta!” And she was right. The first time I looked into the mirror, I vomited. My once-perfect face was covered in scars. My once-perfect face was now twisted and ruined beyond recognition.

Carter POV. Something is telling me to head to the cove and against my better judgement, I go. And it’s a damn good thing I did. I get out of the car and see Asteria walking along the shoreline when I look from her and see a siren in the water. I gasp and move as I watch Asteria enter the water as this new siren moves closer to her. She has platinum blonde hair. Her skin is pale, but I can see the sheen of scales on her exposed skin and face.

If she lost more people because she couldn’t defend them like the five people she just lost recently, then Anastacia could never forgive herself. “Asteria!” She screamed and opened her eyes. She forced herself to use all her strength to fight back the force that was suffocating her, “Show yourself!” She commanded again as drops of blood came out from her nose. She just wiped it with her hand and continued to strain her eyes to see past the dark void. “Sei molto interessante, piccola Luna,” (You’re very interesting, little Luna) Asteria spoke with a hint of surprise laced in her voice as her form began to materialize in front of Anastacia.

“We will be just like them. Carefree and happy. Just us!” The image felt so vivid that it almost hurt. Zylar started whimpering for our mate now. But that prolonged gaze made me notice a strange thing. A scar! There was a faint line, thin, pale, but unmistakable, cutting across Adrian's face. It was like a sharp object had sliced his face in half. The moment Zylar noticed it, she spoke seriously. “Liora, when did this scar appear on Adrian’s face? I haven’t seen it before.”

A nameless exile. She looked at her reflection in a small puddle of rainwater. Her eyes, once bright with the hope of a future Luna, were now shadowed and hard. She took a sharp stone from the ground and, with a steady hand, drew it across the faint, silver mating mark on her neck—the one Kael had given her during their first, innocent night together. The skin broke. Blood dripped down her collarbone. The physical scar would hide the spiritual one. If she was to survive, Ariyah the Luna had to die.