Novel & Cerita Dabi Without His Scars

I, Alpha Grayson and Alpha Herald looked up and saw Alpha Damien marching towards us with a large army following closely behind him. "Alpha Damien," Alpha Herald said as we all walked up to Alpha Damien. "I can see that everyone is gathered already," Alpha Damien said as he took of the big helmet that he was wearing on his head. He had a huge scar that ran from his left eye to the right side of his face and he had this menacing stare in his eyes. He was considered the toughest Alpha in the whole west coast as he had single handedly fought seven wars and came out alive. The scar on his face was from the seventh one which ended with him killing Xober, the goblin king, who had given him the sca

My father and Noah both laughed. “Shut up,” Scar growled. “The truth hurts, princess,” Ad remarked with a smirk on his face. Scar ran to him and punched him, and I struggled with my confines. Scar ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. His eight-pack abs and muscular back were on display. He wasn’t as attractive as Nicolas, but he was nonetheless appealing. What got my attention was his body was littered with marks. Same as Nicolas. And I know who did it.

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

~Abella I sit in front of the fire, staring at his wrist. The scars are silvery, precise lines leading up to a point in the centre, the deepest crimson red lingering in a circle under his skin. When I look down at my mark, my flesh almost completely torn to shreds, I can’t imagine how it will eventually form this very specific mark. I can’t imagine even sharing a mark with Noah in the first place.

He had a lean waist, muscular chest, and broad shoulders. Abigail was a little disappointed to see his flawless skin, devoid of any scar which proved that he was not Charles. However, she couldn’t deny the fact that she was attracted to him and couldn’t pull back her eyes. Aidan was completely shocked. He was speechless at the same time. His eyes roved on his stomach. How could it be possible? How could he not have a tiny scar on his stomach? Aidan was stupefied. Could it be that he was telling the truth?

Scar continued. “...your weakness,” Scar grip my jaw tightened. “She isn't my weakness…,” Damien said, I looked towards Damien, he gave me a nod, his eyes softened. I will not let this bastard called Scar, see me scared. “Let go,” I said firmly, meeting Scar eyes. He smiled. “Why should?,” “If you don't, I will rip out your dick from your pelvis with my hand,” I spat. He laughs. “...that fire in your eyes reminds me of someone…let's say two people,” he said.

I gasped, making my eyes widen in shock. "Wait... please... Why are you running? Do you not want this? Because I can assure you I do. Abbie, you have no idea how long I've," he pauses, looking at me with his eyes dark as midnight. He looked the same, so dashing, still so handsome, more handsome than before, except... he now had a scar that ran from under his left eye and across just a half inch or less past his brow.

I scan the clearing for anyone or anything that might be causing her harm, but find none. "Daliah, hey," I whisper to her when I shift, crouching at her side. When I place my hand against her shoulder blade, she tightens into her ball further with a wimper. Her body flinches again, but this time I see it. The impact of something I can't see, that breaks the skin of her back open, just like her scars.

He didn't move. I reached up. I took his face in both my hands. I forced him to look at me. "I don't see a monster," I said fiercely. "I see a warrior." I ran my thumb over his cheekbone. "Liam has perfect skin," I said. "He has never fought a real battle in his life. He has never bled for anyone. He has never stood between a woman and death." I leaned in closer. Our noses brushed. "I don't want perfect skin, Damon. I want the scars. Because the scars mean you survived. They mean you’re strong enough to protect me."

He thinks they will find him repulsive because of his scars? She looked in his face so closely, "Your scars are not something to be ashamed off. They only tell the tales of a victorious man. A man who pass through fire. A man who conquered fiercely in a battlefield. Your scars exude the power in you more than your crown nor tag will ever tell " She whispered to him. She was about using the rag on his abdomen when he startled her. "Don't shoot her! She did nothing to you! Motherrrrrrrrrrr! Nooooo bloodddddd" His voice was filled with so much pain, it had Daisy froze for long seconds.