Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

My new life turned out to be better than I had ever imagined. When I first came back to Silver Spring Pack, Marco was heartbroken to hear that I had not only lost two bloodroots, but I was left with painful burn scars on my arm. Furious, he wanted to storm Moon Forest Pack and demand justice from Aden. After all, if I’d had even one bloodroot when I was burned, my arm wouldn’t be marred by such ugly scars. For werewolves, scars were symbols of weakness and shame, having been defeated to gain them.

Both men comply. The first one is older—broad-shouldered and solid, with more grey than brown in his hair. His beard is neatly trimmed, but there’s something rugged about him that grooming can’t polish away. He wears a faded, greyish shirt that clings to a powerful frame, the sleeves rolled up to reveal two thick, jagged scars—one running down each arm from under the sleeve to just above the elbow. They’re not clean slashes. Whatever tore into him left behind something ragged and cruel.

Above him was the bulb brightening so well that he could clearly see and without saying a word to himself again and wondering why the moon had not risen yet, he stood out of the bed, angrily groaning and hitting his folded hands on the walls of the room which gave him injury on his knuckles. Derek has a very muscular physique, he is neatly carved with muscle veins protruding underneath his fair skin, he had black falling hair that stopped just an inch down his neck to his spine and on his chest, he had some scars. Fresh scars from his injured knuckles with crimson liquid dripping out slowly, his wounds were not healing and that suddenly became a burden to him. He could die of loss of blood i

The red scales unlike anything I had seen before, hints of gold looked as if they were painted fresh daily. As I turned my arm over, I could see where it looked as if two tail ends were touching. Resting in the middle was a circle, clearly it was made in the image of the moon. Plopping myself down on the couch to stop my pacing, I traced my tattoo gently with my fingertips. Tadeas had a matching tattoo also on his left wrist. They were simple, elegant, and powerful, I thought. It was hard to explain, having this on my wrist allowed me to feel as if he was always with me.

The voice to tell me that I should be mad to them because they hid my son's real condition. I found out that Nico has a Cholinergic urticaria or a heat bumps. If he gets sweaty or in a heat temperature he will feel itchy. And my siblings knows that and they didn't tell me because I might get paranoid and put Nico always in aircon, well that's kind of a fact. I'm a mother and I just want what's best for my child.

’ She says back. As I continue to roam his shoulders, chest, and arms, I notice lots of scars. Long and thick, short and thin and every combination in between. His chest is chiseled, bare of any hair and golden brown, matching the tan on the rest of his skin. I gasp when I see the marks on his abdomen, circling around to his waist. “Claw marks.” I say out loud, not to anyone but myself. They are deep and red. The details of the lines left behind tell a story of an excruciating battle.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Arkyn clenched his jaw showing Njar that didn't approve of this but was going through it for Alice’s sake. “Are you sure about this Lass?” Njar said poking the fire a little more, the question was soft as he spoke. “I can not go on with this on my arm. What it means, everytime i see it. No. It needs to be gone. How am I supposed to be Luna with this on my arm?” Alice said, holding her arm out towards Njar as her words went from angry to firm . “You know, scars and the past make us who we are.” Njar said quietly not like he was undermining what she said but wanting to offer his piece of advice.

Lucas’s eyes followed her hand. “Does it still hurt you?” Arabella kept her hand on the one inch wide, five inch long scar. It did not twist or pucker up like most scars did. She could only imagine it was because of the magic that was used. Still, it was an ugly mark that would never go away, a harsh reminder of her foolishness. “No, baby. Sometimes it twinges, but that is about all.” Lucas smiled at his mom and kissed her cheek. “You are the most beautifulest mom ever, the scar just makes you dangerous looking>” Now Lucas broke out in a boyish grin, giggles erupting from his throat.

"I'm mateless, Celeste." "What do you mean?" He sets his drink down, scooting off the bean bag and pushing himself closer to me. He turns his back to me, grabbing his lengthy hair and moving it away from the back of his neck. There, beneath his hairline, is a circle of scarred flesh. As he flexes his neck I could've sworn it had a goldish hue to it. There's raised flesh within the circled scar, slightly pale in color. Two inward curved lines reflect back on each other on opposite sides of the scar. Additionally, a small line lays between the reflection, outward dashes of opposite direction on either end. A slanted slash goes through the middle of the line. It looks wrong on his body, the mar