Characters With Scars On Their Face Novels & Stories

"Let's just hope he comes back.He owes you a big apology" Something about this whole situation sounds too fishy.But as I try to ponder on it,I hear a knock on the door."Come in",I say. Spence walks in with three fresh scars strecthed across his face,starting from his right eyebrow to his left cheek.One of the scars just barely misses one of his eyes. "Hey, help me patch this up"

The thought seemed to excite her. "What is the point of having feelings when I look like this? So I can suffer more?" "Oh, so the scars are the problem. It seems like you still care about how you look." She shook her head. "The meaning behind the scars was to make you work on your character rather than your appearance." "No one cares about character when you look like this." He said pointing at his face. "It is indeed difficult when people only care about appearance." She said taking a dig at him.

He had a cigarette in his left hand. "Leave us first, Hana. Bring her some drinks." His voice is deep and whole. When the woman he called Hana finally left, he only confronted me. I flinched slightly and gasped when I saw the large scar on his face. It looks like an X and centers his left eye down to his cheek. "This scar really terrifies new people here," he said and even touched his scar. I swallowed and kept looking at him. He was muscular but had traces on his face with his age. His body was still stretched like a handsome young man. Who is this man?

The admiration that showed on his face filled my heart with joy. I silently gasped when I saw him toe to head. His clothes were severely ripped, and he was bleeding profusely. He had cuts on his back that I could see, and his hair was disheveled. He has lost a lot of weight in a matter of a few days. My heart ached as soon as our eyes met because of how frail he appeared. His cheeks were hollow and his eyes had bags under them. His nose looked broken and his cracked lips were bleeding from the corners. My anger reached an all-time high, and I twisted my arm, freeing and punching Scar in his face.

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

EVELYN For the first time, Jack’s face was fully exposed. Half of it retained its beauty and striking handsomeness; the other half was a grotesque web of scars, deep and jagged, cutting across his cheek and down his jawline. They were old wounds, yet they seemed vivid, as if freshly inflicted. Each line told a story of unimaginable pain and violence. As much as I despised Jack, a shiver ran through me unbidden, as I imagined the agony he must have endured.

Power crackled beneath her skin—visible, almost, in the faint static that lifted the fine hairs on my arms, like lightning caged in flesh. And her face... gods, her face. High cheekbones dusted with faint freckles, lips pressed into a line that screamed *challenge accepted*. But it was the scar—thin and silvery, curving from her left temple down to her jaw—that snagged my gaze. Not a disfigurement, but a badge, a story etched in survival.

He caressed her cheek and a smile formed on his lips. Loreen blinked nervously as she couldn't take her eyes off his face. She had always heard of the scars on his face, but she never thought it would be this awful. The scars looked as though a centipede had laid from his cheek to his jaw, and the ones that went from his left cheek to his nose were worse. From his eyes up, he was devoid of any scars, but from his nose down, he had ugly scars. 'So this is why he wears a half-mask,' Loreen fluttered her lashes as she thought.

After repeated inquiries, he discovered that there were indeed two new workers in the group. "Are you guys new here?" Xanthus's eyes landed on the two of them. One of them had a scar on his face. He lowered his head slightly, appearing to be unsociable. "Raise your head." Xanthus didn't want to overlook any possibility that might cause harm to Raeleigh. The man opposite to him raised his head slowly and gazed at Xanthus. At a glance, Xanthus was surprised to see that his face had been scalded. The scar on his face made him look menacing.