Dabi Without His Scars Novels & Stories

I hear the slow, sharp, deep intake of air, then an exhale before his head slowly rises and his palm lifts off the pillar, he turns around. “I apologize. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable again.” He says in a somewhat woeful tone. The heated look in his eyes is gone, replaced by a remorseful expression. I let out a quiet grunt, my words suddenly failing me. Damian hand lifts, his fingers forks into his sleek, dark locks as they carry the strands of hair that feathered his forehead, revealing a deep, straight scar right above his left brow. I recognise it instantly, it's one of the many scars he got from his unruly battle escapades. Similar scars also marked other parts of his taut skin

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Upon seeing how badly injured he was, he brought him home. When he saw the man, Dax was shocked, he had never seen someone so severely hurt, and ruling over Donghai City for many years, Dax had been in many fights. Up till now, Dax has scars all over his body due to fights. He remembered the most serious one was the fight at the bar. He received 36 stabs from Donoghue Dixon while trying to save Lily. Even so, those were pale in comparison to this man’s injuries.

He sat down and raised a brow at me. "It is not the first time she is abducted. I used to get worried a lot as we can not pick up her scent. Because she does not have any scent. But ever since Zar came into her life, I became carefree. No matter who takes her or how far away they take her. Zar always finds her and brings her back home. Safe and sound, without a single scratch. So don't worry, he will be back anytime with Dabby." I replied and he sighed softly. I nodded his head as he finally understood everything. Just then, I heard a howl. I smirked and stood up. "Here he comes." I said as we both made our way out of the hall of throne. I frowned as I saw Zar but he was alone. He quickly ca

"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

As she continued to finish the rest of her dinner, she still felt his intense gaze on her, prompting her to delicately sweep her hair over her face, concealing the scarred side. Malakai had the urge to gently smack her hand away and tuck her hair back behind her ear. Was she ashamed of the scars, he pondered? If he was truly honest with himself, the scars made her look like an absolute badass, and she truly was one. He witnessed the way she fearlessly stabbed his father's Beta in the eye with the wooden stake. The girl was a savage. His girl, Amani—Amani Savage. He liked the sound of that. She certainly had no reason to feel insecure, he mused. After all, she was still so damn gorgeous... sc

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

“but you shouldn’t soil your groins with someone like me.” Cain’s lips stretched into a wicked grin, showcasing his yellow, rotten teeth. “I get to say what and what doesn’t soil my groin, girl.” My hands tightened into fists as my anger and disgust grew. He has a gun, Dabere. Don’t be stupid. Don’t seal your fate by punching him in the face. Papa needs you alive. “What would your friends say if they saw you with a woman as ugly as I am? You have better taste, I’m sure.” I added, keeping the anger and fear from creeping into my voice.

Once I’m completely satisfied with my appearance, I stride forward in search of my husband. It didn’t take me long to find him. In human form, Daax is still a stunning creature. His bright blond hair is braided down in tight cornrows, making his handsome, chiseled features even more angular. His luminous golden hazel eyes look like pools of warm honey, framed by his deeper bronze skin. Even his scars, which he insisted on keeping even though he could melt them away into something else when he shifted, were beautiful. Those scars told his story. From the missing eye to the gashes across his abdomen and back, they show that my mate is a survivor–someone who can face horrors down and come out o

he asked softly. I didn’t even realize I was staring at his eyebrow until he touched it subconsciously. My breath hitched. “Where did you get that scar?” I demanded. Darius froze. “I It’s an old injury.” “How old?” My voice came out sharper than I intended. He hesitated. “Years.” My stomach dropped. “Damian doesn’t have it,” I whispered. His shoulders tensed. I took a step closer. And another. Until I was directly in front of him, trapped between desperation and dread.