Characters With Scars Novels & Stories

A few Months Ago. Scarlett. Beta David dragged me across the floor by my hair. The pain on my scalp was incredible. My eyes stung with tears. I tried to blink them away; I tried very hard, but they won and started flowing freely. My skin scraped the ground, and the harsh stony sand scraped my bare skin. I wasn't even allowed to mourn my father's death when they were ready to do away with me.

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.”

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

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Not the patient counting ceiling cracks while pride rotted inside her ribs. “Don’t look so excited,” Mara muttered from the chair near the window, watching me like she could already see the trouble forming behind my eyes. “Healing doesn’t mean you’re invincible. Again.” I smirked. “Relax. I almost died once this month. That should count as character development.” Maya snorted under her breath, but she wasn’t smiling. Her gaze lingered on the thin silver lines scattered across my skin, scars that magic could not fully erase because they had been carved too deep. Some were old. Some were fresh and all of them were mine.

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."

Serena's POV Dad's brow furrowed. "You'd rather go back to eating scraps than take fifty grand a month?" Donald didn't bother hiding his disgust at my scarred face. "I'm not qualified to protect Miss Ferrari, sir." I sighed. Ever since I got these scars at ten trying to save Bianca, this face had been nothing but a source of revulsion for everyone. Maybe that's why Edward treated me like garbage in our past life too. "Donald! You can't abandon my sister!" Bianca frantically grabbed his arm, trying to pull him to his feet.