Characters With Scars On Their Face Novels & Stories

I stuttered, my voice faltering. "Do you know how I got this scar?" he interrupted, raising a hand to point at his face. I tore my gaze away from his exposed chest and met his eyes. They appeared vacant, but his lips had tightened into a stern line. Most of the time, I never really noticed the scar on his face. Perhaps it was because I always averted my gaze from his cold, angry expression. However, when he suddenly drew attention to his scar by pointing at it, my eyes were fixed upon it. The scar stretched from his right eyebrow down to his chin, a deep, puckered slash.

To only move up those thin fingers, to hold the mask and take it off. A smooth face comes in vision.No way like the rugged face that everyone presumed. A small button nose, thin lips and big doe like eyes. That have seen too much to remain innocent and alive. The person looked beautiful. With face flawless and untouched. Except for that Scar. That runs down from the corner of her eye to half of her cheek. A reminder of struggles and survival. A token of her undefeated will. Her. Yes, that was her true self which no one knows and nor could they even guess.

I wonder who of these men are rogues and who are pack members with an agenda. Some men are rough looking, nearly every face has scars, many have an eye patch. There isn’t a straight nose. Ears are missing or crumpled up in some way. It’s clear that the men here, regardless if they belong to a pack or not, have had rough lives.

Each of them had so many stories they needed to share this time. "It's not that bad. There is a doctor who treats all my wounds. Mr. Wilder not only beat me, he treated me well." "Look at your cheeks." Lexie almost cried when her hand touched Kaella's cheek which had a scar in the shape of a cross line. "He made your face disfigured." “Tsk, it's not that bad. Really I'm fine with this scar. Instead I feel that my face looks even more attractive with this scar.”

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.”

the guy threatened, whom I named Moustache. Since we arrived, they haven't bothered to conceal their identities. Either they were incredibly stupid, or they weren't planning on letting me out alive. The one guy had an angry face with a contrasting thick black moustache to his bald head. I named him Moustache. The other had a scar across the left side of his face. I called him Scar. He looked even more frightening than the one in The Lion King. Scar walked down to the window. The window was just one big open rectangle. The glass hadn't been installed yet. Scar looked down as he smiled at himself.

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

"I've been avoiding this for six years now, and it's about time I face the truth." With that, she elegantly removed her sunglasses and mask, revealing her scarred face to Luna. Luna stared at Charlotte's face in shock. This was a face that looked even more terrifying than hers after Malcolm had deliberately ruined her face. It was clear that this woman had tried to salvage her appearance, but scars all over her face were too deep to get rid of entirely, and her wounds were still shocking to any onlooker. "You're different; you're not scared of me at all." Charlotte curled her lips into a smile when she saw Luna's surprisingly calm expression.

The jailer opened her cell door, he has four scars on his face running from the eyebrow to the cheek. From the man's build he seems to be a strong fighter with a large physical appearance and bulging muscles. The tattoo on his shoulder caught her attention. A crescent moon stabbed with a knife. She's definitely inside a rogue territory. She backed away to the corner when he entered, a disgustingly creepy smile plastered on his face.

Of course, when father isn’t around. “Does my mother have scars on her face too, father?” I can’t help myself but ask that question. Aside from not being able to shift, the scars on my face made me pity myself more, and reasons why they bully me, without Alpha Magnus knowing, or else they’ll face the consequences that they won’t be able to regret anymore, because they are already dead. As long as I can endure it, I will keep my mouth shut. “Your mom, Cassandra, doesn’t have any flaws. She’s the most beautiful, caring, brilliant, and brave Luna in the pack, before.”