Dabi Without His Scars Novels & Stories

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.

My heart was still beating too fast from everything that just happened. But suddenly, I felt his hands on my waist as he gently turned me around, my bare back now facing him. Before I could even speak, I felt his warm palm rest right over the scars. Damien had left—those horrible silver chain marks that never fully healed. "Z-Zach, what are you doing?" I stammered, feeling nervous all over again.

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyla's eyes got teary and her heart got heavy on seeing the amount

You are not…and I wonder why that is so. He turns around in the tub to look at me, qwondering if I understood what he's said. I do. I shake my head in disbelief. "A scars nuna karfin zuciya da kuma jimiri ne dagamatasa shekaru. Ban ce muku ya kamata a masanan basu ji dadin a gare su." (The scars show bravery and endurance from a young age. I don't think you should be disappointed in them.)

My claws twitched, itching to tear into something—someone. Gideon’s gaze softened, just a fraction, but his voice stayed hard. “Find them, Vera. Or we lose everything.” He turned to leave, his boots echoing, but the weight of his trust pressed on me. Dax hung back. I sank back into my chair, my fingers hovering over the keys, when a sharp pine scent hit me—Gabriel. My heart skipped, the mate bond tugging hard, a warmth I fought to ignore. I turned, and there he was, leaning against the doorframe, his black coat dripping, amber eyes locked on mine. His dark hair was tousled, rain-slicked, and that crescent scar on his forearm peeked from his sleeve, a reminder of his dangerous past.

If he could just look at his tattoo, he would know. Daiyan’s tattoos altered as their powers changed. The tattoos of those who had lost the ability to use their power changed to scars instead of the vibrant colors. A painful reminder etched into their skin of what they had lost. Kari wasn’t about to try and remove the bandage around his head, however. He could move but his fingers were clumsy and would fumble and who knew what kind of damage the cloth was protecting. The by-now-familiar sound of a door scraping open greeted his ears and Kari blindly turned his face in the direction. The footsteps paused and suddenly they were retreating.

37 Cain stopped just outside the front room and gently caught Avi’s arm. “Before we talk to your father,” he said quietly, “I want to see your Dawlya tattoo.” Avi looked away, shame flickering across her face. She didn’t move. “Avi,” he murmured. “Look at me.” When she finally met his eyes, Cain shifted the skin along his cheek. An ugly, jagged scar surfaced raw, twisted, and nothing like the flawless face he normally showed the world. Avi gasped softly.

No care or regard for anyone besides oneself. "I do not want to sour her with my past. Right now, she has no idea the kind of man that I am. What my childhood has morphed me into," Damascus tried to reason with the King. Damascus knew that Gabriel had seen the marks and scars on his body when he was younger. Gabriel had never questioned him, but at that young age there was only really one answer to how those came to mark his innocent body.

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,

" Damian stood from his place, unable to see more, as if he had a raging volcano tumbling through his folds, searching for an outlet to no avail. He gasped so dry that even his tears refused to obey him and relieve him of his suffering. But despite all this, he returned to her, watching her eyes, which did not leave his eyes. He stood in front of her, wandering around her hideous scars spread over her entire body, the signs of torture and the serpent's teeth.