Dabi Scars Full Body Novels & Stories

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

Grayson: As Gabe falls back asleep, my eyes flicker down towards his chest. His wounds have almost completely healed, but they left several pretty bad scars. I slowly reach and gently trace them with my fingers. I notice three long, deep scratches starting at his shoulder, going all the way down to his abs. As I trace them, he stirs in his sleep, turning the other way. He has a few scars on his back too. I move closer to hug him from behind, wrapping my arms right under his and pressing my cheek to his back.

The toned arms of his strong sculptured body glowed under the bathroom light and his amber eyes lightened up when he found mine, the scars, and bruises on his chest were a Leonardo Da Vinci masterpiece, my pale hands contrasted against the cold skin of his body as it went to the outlines of his abs to his arms as he closed his eyes like he was being hypnotized just like I was.

"Damon, there's something you should know," I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? He hesitates for a moment, but then lets out a defeated sigh. "While the pack doctor was treating her for poison, they found something disturbing— scars. A lot of them. And they weren't from battle. They were from abuse." My entire body went incredibly still. I swear the ability to breathe leaves me along with all the air in my lungs.

The scent drives my thinking self even further back into the recesses of my mind, and I pat a few last pillows into place. Hazily, I note that Darragh is stripping, so I roll onto my belly and prop myself up on my elbows to watch. He’s the best possible male for me. His body is the kind of strong that looks tested and tried, tanned and tough, faint scars decorating his skin like random hash marks. A shifter has to be hurt very badly—or very young—to scar. My mate is a warrior.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

He had dusty silver hair, a bit darker shade than Eve and her parents but his eyes were blue, just like theirs. “What the… is that Khalid?” Ambrose gasped. Khalid that they knew now with one third of his head shaved off and others dyed black with long scars covers his face was no way near to the boy in front of him right now. His young self bears a serious look and a small covered dagger was strapped across his body from his left shoulder and tied to his other waist. “Khalid! I thought you will have my side!” Eve struggled to stand on her own two feet. Her father gently placed her down and both of her parents smiled seeing her looking agitated.

Zebian sighed heavily and pressed his lips before facing his back on her. He sat in a kneeling position while Renai read his movement. The cruel sight had caught her eyes, those torrents of tattered scars gracing his skin. She gulped when she began scrutinising the bruises. Some were new, some were faded patches but all of them were equally spine-chilling. The old scars were lighter than the newer ones but they equally told a story. Every scar had its own different story. The older ones were severely carved on his skin, the rough patches were tattooed on it and they made her wonder when did he get them.