Characters With Scars Mga Nobela at Kwento

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

I might have nothing but I will still stand like a pillar. I still don't understand one thing. Why couldn't he kill me that day? He said something is holding him back. Is that even possible? A tattoo on the leader's chest. I don't have tattoos. I have scars. Tears blurred my eyes as I put my hand on my chest. My scars define how strong I am. They might not allure anyone. I might be ugly in the world's eye but I know how these scars have made me strong. If they are powerful so do I am.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

CHAPTER NINE; Sleep tight — Dalia glared at them and she clenched her hand very hard that she can feel her nails digging in her own flesh, she wasn't even afraid of drawing out blood from it. She gritted her teeth as hard as she can that she can feel them grinding against each other, also not afraid of destroying her perfect set of teeth. Her sharp glare was trailed with them as Leon slowly descends the stairs while carrying her in his arms. She was staring very hard that she might cause a hole in their heads.

There was no scar. ​She stared at the unblemished skin, a deep frown touching her brow. In the chaotic future she had left behind, Julian Cross was a legendary, untouchable figure—a man whose very name commanded terror in the lawless sectors. Yet, she distinctly remembered seeing a horrific, jagged, twisting scar running from his collarbone down to his shoulder blade. It looked like a wound from a violent blast, the kind of injury that should have left a man crippled, though he carried it like armor.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

“It’s beautiful.” Next, he removed two holsters, laying a gun and a knife on the table. The little dimples at the base of his spine made my core clench. As he bent down to remove his boots and socks, I noticed a plethora of silver scars upon his tanned skin and wondered how he’d gotten them. Dario had scars I’d noticed on his forearms as did Armando and Piero. Did Rei see them as badges of honor? I didn’t want to think about him in harm’s way.

he answered. He stepped into the dim glow of the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window and Lily gasped. Up close in the vampire cells, she’d noticed his scars, a sharp contrast to the intact side of his face, which revealed a chiseled chin, sharp cheekbones, and a regal blade of a nose. But in the cells, his scars had been cast in fiery dungeon shadows. Now, as he prowled closer, his full features emerged. The moonlight highlighted his past wounds in stark relief. Several large scars marred the right side, stretching from above his brow all the way to his chin. They gnarled and puckered the smooth skin, showing clear evidence of the dark life he lived. For a wolf not to heal, even f

In his place stood a man shaped by fire and pain, a leader forged through survival. My fingers brushed the scars on my chest, each one a stark reminder of battles fought and survived. The jagged line across my ribs from an ambush that nearly killed me. The faint mark on my shoulder from shielding another. A deep gash across my forearm where I had defended myself with nothing but my instincts and determination. These scars weren’t just wounds; they were milestones, proof that I had endured and emerged stronger.