Novel & Cerita Characters With Scars On Their Face

When did his face start bleeding? The scorching pain on his face finally caught up to him, and scars began to form on his face. The letter "F" was carved on his left profile, while his right profile sported the letter "U". The crowd was baffled. They had only seen Larissa waving her hand in front of his face, and the scars only began to show after she'd already left for some time. Her surgical and calculative skills were impeccable. They couldn't fathom how formidable she'd be if she wielded a surgical knife.

Appearing from behind the bar area and I flinch when I catch sight of his face. He’s older than Colton for sure, a little greying of his hair at the temples and he has one completely white eyeball that suggests he’s partially blind. The other so dark brown in comparison that you can’t help but react when you see it. A raggedy awful looking scar running from cheek to forehead and passing right through, so deep you can tell he was wounded pretty badly whenever this happened and it’s literally the first thing you see.

With the little light coming in through the entrance, the lower part of his face was easier to see, and I realised why whenever I stared at that portion of his face it always looked odd. Rough, jagged, and raised scars marred his cheek down to his neck, with more of them peeking from under the neckline of his shirt. The wounds must have been incredibly painful at the time, and the fact that he now left them exposed as though they were a badge of honor, said a lot about him. I noticed that the triplets went very, very quiet—not by not uttering a word—but by the way they all froze up, with Shaun's face displaying the most shock . . . and rage.

Maybe two. His face was the face of a warrior: it was hard, rugged, uncompromising. It was also scarred – scarred badly. The raised flesh running the length of his cheeks wasn’t very shiny, so her trained skin specialist’s eye knew that she was looking at scars from a long time ago. Decades, probably.

I woke up when I felt someone touch my cheek. When I opened my eyes I saw Jack smiling in front of me. I couldn’t help but smile and lean over him. "Good morning, Tatiana," he said and caressed my burned face. I turned my face away from him and smiled a little. "I'm sorry, Jack. I... I'm not comfortable when someone is touching my face..." I explained. He just smiled at me. "I know. Anyway, get ready, okay? It's your surgery today," he reminded. I nodded and get up from my bed. I sighed when I entered my bathroom. I'm not really comfortable around Jack, and I don't know why.

"Are you alright?" I came face to face with Aliya who looked totally different. Her countenance exuded stoicism, her once vibrant green eyes devoid of their former sparkle, marred by a scar etched across her face. A scar that wasn't there before. I recognized that scar as one given only to the Knights of the white pack, scalded onto their skin with hot iron as a symbol of loyalty. "What happened to your face, Aliya?" I managed to rasp, trying to maintain composure despite the heavy chains still binding my hands and legs. "Your face..."

Slowly, I traced my fingertips against the contours of his face, feeling like I was seeing him for the first time like I was looking at the face of a stranger. I took his left cheek in my hand and gently stroked the scar that ran down the length of him, carefully rubbing my thumb back and forth against the line of discolored flesh. Rather than marring his features, he just seemed to add to them, making him appear formidable to enemies, yet human and vulnerable to the few people who knew him best, people like me.

If not for the fact that she had Lycan traits, she would have collapsed since. Scarface picked up the dagger on the ground, reached out to touch the bleeding wound on his neck, walked up to Carra, and used the dagger to remove the veil on her face. After seeing the scar on her face, He sneered and said. "I thought you'll be a celestial beauty, but you turned out to be another Scarface. Look at your scar. It's even worse than the one on my face. Who's the Scarface now? Let me give you one more scar then." A fierce light flashed in Scarface's eyes, and he lifted the dagger to mark Carra's face.

Rose looked at them and her cheeks turned pink on their own. Both were were shirtless, showing their tan skin proudly with their eight packs on display. Their skin was rough and had scars on them. Like they have gone through various battles. Rose tried to count the number of scar they had but failed. They had many scars which made her hurt that they have gone through a lot. "Enjoying the view?" Vladimir send a smirk in her direction. Rose would have blushed normally but not now. Vladimir and Zachariah sensed that something was wrong.

he answered. He stepped into the dim glow of the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window and Lily gasped. Up close in the vampire cells, she’d noticed his scars, a sharp contrast to the intact side of his face, which revealed a chiseled chin, sharp cheekbones, and a regal blade of a nose. But in the cells, his scars had been cast in fiery dungeon shadows. Now, as he prowled closer, his full features emerged. The moonlight highlighted his past wounds in stark relief. Several large scars marred the right side, stretching from above his brow all the way to his chin. They gnarled and puckered the smooth skin, showing clear evidence of the dark life he lived. For a wolf not to heal, even f