Burn Like Mark On Skin Novels & Stories

"It hurts." "I know, baby. I know." He wet a washcloth with warm water and began to gently dab at the burn. The stinging made me hiss, but his touch was infinitely tender now, a stark contrast to the violence in the car. "It's superficial," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "First and second degree. It’ll scar, but... it’ll heal." "Scar," I whispered, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My face was smudged with soot, my eyes wide and haunted. And wrapping around my throat like a choker of fire was the angry red mark of the bomb. A permanent reminder of the day I almost died.

She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world. "This can't be real." I whispered, my voice shaking. "She wouldn’t have—" “Maya,” Daniel interrupted, his voice tight. “There’s more.” I looked up, and he handed me another file. This one was thicker, the pages dog-eared and stained with something I didn’t want to think about. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a map—our region, marked with red X's. Target zones. “I think this is where The Burning started.” Daniel said, pointing to the map. “These are the areas that were hit the hardest.”

For a moment, Millicent can only stand there, her blood cold and her stomach churning with despair as she observes the marks on his legs. The burns were certainly old, as the color was dark and there were parts that had gone through a better healing process than others. While his feet and ankles were completely covered, irregular waves rose to near his knees, becoming brighter and clearer until they disappeared. And her heart sank as Millicent imagined the kind of pain he must have gone through to be marked like that.

I touched my neck, it was a deep, raw puncture. “Holy shit,” I said, brushing my fingers over it. I had read about stuff like this. “Is this, like your kink or something?” Louis laughed. “You can call it a love mark.” I laughed too, the voice in my head was probably as satisfied as I was. I reached for the knife to cut a cake slice I’d brought and the metal burned my skin. I gasped as I dropped it. “Shit!” I held up my palm as it looked like there was a blister but even as I stared at it, my skin began to heal.

Tiana gave me a slow nod before placing her finger on it. The moment her skin made contact with the mark, she let out a sharp cry. I gasped. A searing burn appeared on her fingertip, and blood gathered from the wound. “What the fuck is that mark on your neck?” she whispered, eyes wide with horror. “I… I don’t know,” I stammered. “It’s just… a birthmark. I think.” But at that moment, even I wasn’t sure anymore.

"The rejection mark. Marcus burned it into me because my body was fighting the sequence. It's proof I'm a failure." "Look at it." The Template’s voice was fading. "Look at the mark, boy. Really look at it." I ripped my shirt open. The jagged 'R' on my chest was still red, still angry. But under the harsh fluorescent light of the lab, I saw it. The scar tissue wasn't just a burn. It was a pattern. Small, raised dots that followed the curve of the letter.

"It’s a chlorine burn. The chemicals in the pool aggravate my skin. I tape it so the friction from my shoes doesn't make it worse. If you wanted skincare tips, you could have just asked." "Stop lying." The harshness of his voice actually makes me flinch. Finn never raises his voice. He never loses his temper. "I saw it, Wrenley," he continues, stepping directly into my personal space. "It isn't a rash. It’s a burn scar. Three jagged peaks, completely interlocking, surrounded by a thick circle. It’s a brand." The floor tilts beneath my feet. A wave of freezing, absolute terror washes over my skin, neutralizing the heat of the Fade in an instant.

Lilith's POV The tension that was in the room immediately vaporized as I stared at Kieran, standing in front of me with his shirt wide open. I was looking at his chest, and at least half of it looked like it had been burnt as there was a huge black mark that covered somewhere around the diaphragm to his collarbone. It wasn't just a huge black burn mark. On the sides, there looked to be streaks of what resembled lighting stretching to his back and down to his stomach.

"Can you show Mama what you did?" Ayla reached out and placed her hand on Elara's arm, where a small burn from the cooking fire had left an angry red mark. She frowned in concentration, her small face serious, and the skin beneath her palm began to change. The redness faded. The edges of the burn softened. Within moments, the mark was gone.

He ripped off his shirt. I caught a grimace of pain as it slid over his skin. Then I saw his back and gawked. His skin puckered in red flame-like patterns across each shoulder blade. They looked similar to the markings that Dr. Frankler had, except that hers weren't red and raw like Zander's. "Wow," I gasped. "Does my back have flame marks on it, too?" "Yes." He scooted off the bed to stare at himself in the mirror. "But why? What happened? And what does it mean?"