Characters With Scars Novels & Stories

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

He insisted. She hesitated, “Xandar,” she began, clearly not used with this manner of addressing the King, “A scar is normal among warriors, more so among Gammas. If you check the bodies of the other Gammas here today, you’ll find that many of them have scars as well. Some may be worse than mine. I know a few Alphas and a handful of Lunas who have such scars from fighting alongside their pack. This really isn’t a big deal.”

“Look around, Tessa. See those faces? Each one here carries the scars of battles fought without mercy. These are the warriors who do not back down.” Tessa’s eyes darted nervously across the room, landing on face after face that looked like they were sculpted out of damnation itself. One man had a scar running from his eyebrow to his jaw, like someone had tried to slice him open. Another had a nose so crooked it looked like it had argued with a fist and lost—multiple times. And yet, they were all staring back at her like she was dessert at a banquet for beasts. “Each one here carries the scars of battles…” Pedro’s voice echoed in her mind.

Damien chuckled a bit. “Nobody cares about your scars, mate. With or without them, you are beautiful inside and out. Scars are not signs of weakness; instead, they are a sign that you survived something horrific. I don’t know what happened in the Midnight Pack, but I am sure you would have died, but here you are, alive with only scars to show what you went through,” he said, and I kept quiet.

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

" I bit my lip, unable to help but feel hurt as I looked at him. I'm sure he has major insecurities because of the scars on his face. But I won't distance myself; I won't stop my plans to get him back. These scars symbolize his true love for me and our children. If not for Yohan, the triplets and I might not have been saved, and I might have been caught in the explosion back then. "Yohan, do you know where you got these scars?" I asked him, looking at his mask and the scar on his neck that extended from his cheek to his chest. I saw him furrow his brow as he looked at me. "Where?" he asked. I smiled and gently caressed his cheek. "You got them while you were saving us, your children and me.

There was one boy in particular that kept looking nervously her way. I walked to him. He was a scrawny looking kid, dark shaggy hair with brown eyes. Freckles covered his face and a scar that ran from his chin to his chest. Kneeling in front of him, “Where did you get that scar?” He looked shocked by my question for a minute before answering, “training.” “The only scars that stay on a body are those that are made by an alpha. Everything else fades.” I stated the fact. “Yes, sir. You are correct.” That made my blood boil.

I penetrated her memory of being used to satisfy a man, and her pain and suffering made me gnash my teeth and clench my fists. She trembled in her flashback, uttering a name that was not her real name, “Scarlet.” I absorbed how she was incredibly fearful of the man who had ripped her innocence from her and transformed her into the person she is today. A person without morals and dignity, as she called herself in her mind. I released my hand from her forehead, breaking the bond.

I corrected, and let the scarf fall off my shoulder enough to remind him I know how to wear beauty and threat in the same line. The first three came dirty, which I expected, and quiet, which pleased me. Men who mouth off in the first ten minutes don’t know how to live through a second hour. Scar’s shift stuck in his hands—claws that wouldn’t fully retract so he kept cutting himself when he tried to button his jacket. Lina had an ear half-healed in a way that told me she’d ripped it in a chain-link fence and no one had taught her how to make the change slow enough to finish the repair. Hobb twitched when he heard the river, because defective wolves always think moving water is laughter when i

If it was not for her brave and courageous act, we would all be nothing but slaves for the rogues. It was not easy for anyone to just claim the title of the she wolf warrior. She was one of the most powerful she wolves. And it was definitely not easy to become the Pride of the Alpha. She made her place after that night. The same night when she lost her beautiful face and almost lost her life as well. It was as scary as death to see her panting as if she was about to die. It was true. She would have died that night if it was not for the enchantresses who had used her powers to heal her. But I definitely never understood why they were not able to heal that scar. She never liked that scar on he