Characters With Scars On Their Face Novels & Stories

He did not understand why they could still recognize me, even after my face had been scarred beyond recognition. Then, Zachary screamed. Grant was already holding a knife and grabbing Zachary's chin as he cut straight across Zachary's face. All Zachary could do was cover his face and cry out in pain as a deep, bloody scar appeared on his face. At the same time, one of the scars on my face miraculously healed, revealing fully healed flesh and skin. That confirmed Grant and Hannah's suspicion. Startled, Zachary hurriedly tried to contact Victor and Nora, but all he received was silence.

I quickly covered it with my hand, and Marco noticed. “What are you doing?” he asked. “It’s ugly,” I whispered. The scar reminded me of the day I protected Marco. I didn’t regret it, but it wasn’t pretty. Now I had a scar on my back—and another on my chest. “It’s not ugly,” he said gently. I sighed. I didn’t believe him. Seeing the sadness on my face, Marco touched my cheek. I leaned into his hand. “Face me, Maddie,” he said, guiding me to turn around and kneel in front of him. He looked from my eyes to the scar on my chest. I looked at his chest too, where scars from Carson were still visible—especially the one from that awful day.

“They don't have any resemblance to the man at all. The policemen pulled at each of the men's faces to see if they had a mask on in order to reveal the face but none had, including Peter. “The man had burn scars all over his face. He was so hideous.” Clark declared. “You liar.” Scarlet slapped Clark hard across the face. “ How dare you lie against me. We'll meet in court.” Lyssa watched as Scarlet walked to and fro her room. “Who could he be? I mean, why will he want to help me?” Scarlet kept asking. She made her right hand into a fist and hit it on the palm of her left hand. “Could it be that you have someone stalking you?” Lyssa asked.

I couldn’t fathom how anyone else would think any different, but this time when I roam his features, his scars were gone. Darting up from his body, one hand slapped across my mouth, the other tracing the deep scar that should have been going through his eye down to his throat. The tough skin, marred with red and purple, was now gone. His chest was completely clean, not a speck of once ripped skin.

VIOLETA I stared at the mirror, frozen. My hand slowly touched my cheek again, just to be sure it wasn’t a dream or some trick of the light. But no—it was real. The scar that had ruined my face for months... was gone. Gone. I couldn’t breathe. My lips parted slightly, but no words came out. My reflection looked like someone I hadn't seen in a long time—me. The real me. The one before the fire. The one before the pain, the fear, the hiding. The one I thought was lost forever.

Zev’s POV The whip slices me open and a warm trickle of blood cuts a path down my half healed back. The shackles hold me tight to the large, hard wood pole. My arms don’t reach around the huge parameter of the tree so chains stretch the distance between my wrists. My nails have been ripped from my fingers, left behind in the wood where I claw at it in agony. Three days I have been held captive by the Alpha know as Scarface. His name an apt depiction of the huge, gnarly scar the runs the length of his face. Blind in one eye with the colour gone from his iris. A blank, sightless orb lies in his face like the moon in the dark night sky.

she shouted. When the woman took off her mask, Naomi’s pupils constricted. “You are… Chenney!?” There was an ugly scar on Chenney's face. It looked like a piece of flesh had been bitten off from her face, and the wound was uneven and pitted hideously. Even the group of men on the scene felt the scar on the woman’s face was terrifying and disgusting. Jodie covered her mouth in shock. She had never expected that the woman’s face was deformed. Not only her, but even Naomi found it hard to believe that the woman with the scarred face was none other than Chenney.

Jace was gorgeous, it was what startled me when I first saw him; Mesmerizing blue eyes, perfect nose, perfect teeth, jaw that could cut glass… “He’s too pretty. Flawless? I don’t know how to describe it.” I shrugged and cut into my stake. “And you don’t like flawless?” “It feels characterless, like the person doesn’t have a story to tell about their lives or like they haven’t done anything. It’s a bad take, I know, but- For example,” I showed him a scar on my wrist. “I got this three years ago when the kitchen door slammed into my hand. I raised my elbow revealing another scar. food festival; A guy tried to snatch my purse and I refused to let go of the strap. These are the resulting burns.

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.

Scar asked as he caressed his face with his index finger. "I'm going to make you feel the pain that she feels, after all, it's only fair," Scar spoke, not noticing that Vice had joined him and Jax. Grabbing a scalpel from the table beside the curled up man, Scar grabbed the mans face in a harsh grasp and began cutting intricate designs into his face. The blood trickled down his face as he tried to scream, though, no sound came out. Scar wanted to make the man suffer, he wanted to rip him into pieces, send him to the depths of hell. Moving the scalpel, Scar placed the blade into Myers' mouth and began cutting again. The man tried to cough as metallic liquid filled his mouth but Scar clamped h