Dabi No Scars Novels & Stories

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

I say a bit louder and smile. I pull Nico in for a hug but stop as I notice my arms. I then look down at my thighs and then pull my shirt up to reveal my stomach. “What happened to all my scars?” They’re all gone. Even the burns. “The warlock Gibson is gifted. He has the ability to heal all your scars. They’re all gone.” I look at him in disbelief and walk into the bathroom to remove my shirt and look in the mirror. Nothing but a small circle on my shoulder.

“Not just good – amazing.” “One hundred percent amazing,” Jo said solemnly. “Thought so.” Scars held out a huge hand and she took it, felt the raised skin there. Without even looking, Jo knew that he had more scars on his hands and briefly wondered what he must look like under his jeans and blue t-shirt and cut: she’d heard from Jinx that the fire had burned Scars so badly, he’d needed reconstructive skin grafting on his back and legs. “It’s a pleasure, Jo.”

“We’re going to be working together. I know you have a question. Ask. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t. No hard feelings.” He nodded. “Does your wolf have a blind eye, too?” he gestured to my scar. I grinned. “No, Dali has the sight of both her eyes. I got this scar before I got my wolf so she wasn’t able to heal me. She does have a black streak down her face, though, in the exact place of my scar. It’s the only color on her body.” “That is so cool!” Bob was enthusiastic. I laughed again.

My daughter, Amelia Rossum, comes home with her palm pierced all the way through by a pencil. I drop my mop in a panic, hastily change out of my loungewear, and rush her to the ER. At the hospital entrance, my husband, Benedict Rossum, jumps out of his car and immediately lashes out at me. "How could you let this happen to her?" Our neighbor, Lorelei Bates, trails behind him, holding her daughter's hand. She addresses him gently, "Benedict, don't be so hard on Clarissa. Everyone makes mistakes." He scoffs. "Other mothers can keep their kids safe perfectly fine. What's her excuse? I bet she did this on purpose to guilt me into coming home early!" Amelia recoils and hides behind me. Seei

And now the one she had loved with all her heart was ripping her apart. "The Moon has mistakenly paired me with a vile being like you. I deserve better than an ugly witch." Disgust was dripping from Darach's tone. Amber swallowed the lump formed in the throat. "Is it because of the scars?" Amber asked out of the blue. "Huh..?" Darach was caught off guard by her question. "I knew my scars were ugly but if it's because of them I can hide them just like before, you won't ever see them again but don't force me to cut you out of my life." Amber said tracing her fingers on Darach's jaw.

"It bled and tore and rebuilt itself. It survived rejection and crawling three miles while hemorrhaging. Your body is a battlefield, Alisha. Not a betrayal." "Easy for you to say." "Is it?" Diana yanked her shirt over her head. She turned around. Her back was covered in scars, long, raised lines crisscrossing her spine. "Rogue attack when I was sixteen. Nearly died." She faced me again, pointing to her stomach. A surgical scar ran from the sternum to the navel. "Emergency surgery. They said I'd never fight again." She pulled her shirt back on. "Every scar tells a story. Your stretch marks? Battle scars. Your softer stomach? Proof you built a home for your babies when their father threw you a

“Her heart rate, blood pressure, and cortisol levels are all within normal ranges. Not elevated. Not suppressed. Normal. For someone who claims to have escaped extreme captivity and torture two weeks ago, that is unlikely.” I swallowed. “She could be dissociating.” Theo nodded once. “That was my first thought. Which is why I ran deeper scans.” He pulled out his tablet and brought up a series of images. Even before he explained them, my wolf stirred uneasily. “These are high resolution scans of her scars,” Theo said. “Look closely.” I leaned in. The scars were clean. Linear. Evenly spaced. Some followed muscle groups. Others traced nerve pathways. There was no tearing. No irregular damage. No

So she looked up at Damien with a calculative stare. "What?" Damien softly snorted at her seemingly questioning eyes looking directly into his. Damien did not see any of her other scars. He only saw the one she had on her back. But he did not need to check her whole body to suspect she may have them somewhere else in her body. He had known some crazy facts about abusive people, and once it gets started, the word stop is non-existent in their vocabulary. Such behavior only intensifies. They never die down. Lucky for her if she only had that one on her back, although he could tell it must have hurt her like hell when it was fresh until it healed. So he only suggested something like a ring or a

He bore a network of scars that only added to his rugged charm. The most prominent scar ran across his abdomen. It resembled a dried-up centipede clinging to his waist. It completely captured Rebecca's attention. "Have you seen enough?" David looked at the stunned Rebecca, who was standing at the doorway in a daze. He didn't hide or shy away from her gaze. In response to his words, Rebecca looked up and unconsciously took a step forward. "H-how … how did you get your scars?" David followed her line of sight down to the winding scar on his waist and abdomen.