Characters With Scars Novels & Stories

Willa suddenly yelped, frozen in shock. Oops. I sighed with a chuckle. Willa's eyes trailed down my body, following my hand. I was about to laugh at her when she tilted his head and fixed her eyes on my back. She noticed my scar. I had a two inches long scar under my left shoulder blade. Werewolves normally wouldn't have scars on their bodies. Unless their wolf couldn't heal them with soul power in time, leaving them to heal in the human way. The human way leaves scars.

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.

“She hated me, and her children followed suit. Throughout school, with each fight, I grew tougher, stronger. By high school Roman was no match for me on his own, so he roped in some friends to help.” “My God.” I straddled his hips and pulled his shirt up and over his head. Littered across his skin were scars, including a healed bullet wound. Some were hidden under the black and red tattoos that covered his skin. I’d never gotten to make such an inspection of him before, up close like that. To see the battle scars and war paint that littered his tanned complexion. “So much pain,” I whispered and leaned down to press my lips against his skin.

Why does that make me feel some type of way? I get outside and find a guy I have never seen before standing near the Mercedes Sebastian gave me. He is buffed up and full of tattoos. He has a scar running down from his brow, right through his left eye and down his cheek. Ending just a few inches on top of his mouth. With that scar he looks like the character Scar from the lion king. He looks pretty scary. He smiles at me which takes away a bit of the scariness. At least he has a good set of white teeth and his smile is warm.

The little bit of light hits them just right. Both men are covered in scars. Deep ones. The kind left by torture and silver weapons. Wounds like that don’t heal clean on our kind. But the green‑eyed man looks like he took the worst of it. A deep scar cuts across his cheek, another over his eye, though the eye itself seems intact. The two men in the cell across from them look just as battered. They all seem to be in their twenties, older than me. I look away from the smiling man.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

The scar is a container and a protective space where the memory can be stored and endured privately. The causes of scars remain in storage in the body and the mind, and sometimes can shape actions for a person’s entire life. That's what Beneath The Scars is going to talk about . It's going to talk about how to never give up without a fight. W A R N I N G The book contains scenes of self-harm, mentions of abuse and suicide, themes of grief and depression, and sexual content towards the first half of the book . Readers are requested to proceed with caution. Please skip if you see any scene that you may find triggering.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

"In fact, it's my duty. You don't have to do this." "Besides, I'm not the only one who contributed to this operation. My wife, the scar man from Castle of Heaven Devils, and the brothers from the Polar Bear Army have all contributed a lot to it." "They are also real heroes." Hearing the praise, the scar man suddenly raised his head very proudly. For a long time, most of the scar man's characters were just gangsters. Although he didn't do many evil things, he was definitely not a good person in the eyes of others.