Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

Feeling the warmth of her uncle who wore a thick beard and large scar on the left side of his face, his eyes soften and he stoke her back. “There, there my love. There, there. I’m here.” His voice sounds rough and gritty. His eyebrow has slashes with blood splattered on certain area. His clothes were shredded and claw marks covers his arm. Soon after, a few more survivor step out from their hiding place and Eve gave a sigh of relief. She wasn’t alone after all.

- I need to change your bandages. Deamara gave her a short nod. The maid didn't ask any more questions. She sat next to me, laid out ointments and bandages. Carefully, she pushed back the cloth and carefully, fearful of causing pain, unwound the bandages. Deja scowled at the four crimson swollen welts across her belly. The upper one began under the left breast, the latter passed along the very bottom of the abdomen. It all looked disgusting. It is terrible to think what nightmarish scars will remain for life. Deamara winced in pain as Arleta lightly applied the cool ointment. -How long have I been here? - the silence strained the princess, and it was foolish to be afraid of a fragile girl. A

It was the same morning, I was just getting ready to start my day of duties, honestly I didn't know if I had it in me to plaster a smile on my face, but it's my job and I see how happy it makes people so I've just got to suck it up. I was doing my hair in the mirror when I notice something, as I go to pick my hairbrush up I spot the upper part of my arm. This might sound weird but there was nothing to spot, normally when I look in this mirror to do my hair the horrific scar stands out to me, but it's gone. I put my hairbrush back on the counter and stare down at my arm, I even glanced to the other one just to make sure I didn't forget what arm it was on, but both were clear. I feel tears beg

Rhychard splashed cold water over his whisker-stubbled face, the chill shocking some life back into his mind. His arm and chest throbbed with pain even though Kree had successfully healed the gouges Vargas left. The skin was still pink, and even the elven hound couldn't take away the scars left behind.

Men never seemed to take me seriously without a gun. He caught my arm. "Am I not pretty enough like Arkady?" He yanked me to a halt, his fingers biting into the soft flesh of my arm. "I don't know who Arkady is, so I can't answer that." I raised my chin, looked this man in the eye. And it was singular. A ragged scar ran down the length of his face from hairline to jawline. It bisected his brow, eye socket, cheek, and the left side of his mouth. "Scratch that. No, you aren't pretty like Arkady." The words were out before my brain-or self-preservation-could kick in.

The white sand drifted away. Beneath the white sand, the appearance of Pearlyn's arm became visible. "I..." As soon as she saw the state of her arm, Pearlyn's body trembled, her pupils rapidly contracting. She froze in place. What she saw was: On her arm, where the blood-stained scars had once been, the area where she applied the White Glycoside Cream had become completely smooth! The once terrifying scars had disappeared without a trace! Although there were still some faint white marks where the scars used to be, these marks were almost impossible to see unless one looked very closely!

“Why, let me treat your wound.” “No need, go out.” “Atlas, why are you so stubborn? Can't you see your hand is bleeding a lot? If you continue to delay, you will bleed to death. Do you want to die?" Having finished speaking, she ignored this man and pushed his hand aside, she directly lifted his sleeve. But as soon as she lifted it and looked at the man's arm, she couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. His hand has many scars, they look very scary, some are bulging and even patchy, the two colors blue and red mixed look a bit brutal, this arm is no different from a demon's arm. Evil in the horror movies she often watches.

I memorise a freckle above his left nipple. My fingers trace my bite that’s left two crescent moon scars on his lower ribs. I study him like I’m going to take a test on every detail, I notice faint scars over his shoulders and chest. I can only guess wolf claws… It’s one of two things we don’t fully heal from. Claws and teeth.

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

"You swept me away with some mighty force I couldn't withstand and then the scar, she said with her eyes popped out not letting go of her hand. "The scar? "Yes. right there on your arm... Special checked her arm and it was there. she was so surprised, how come she never knew about it. She stared at Abel then the arm to be sure she wasn't imaginary things. she should have noticed right? Heavens! it was on her right arm and there seems to be bare. She swallowed and stared at Abel confused. "What's wrong with me having a scar? "Alot is wrong with you having a scar, she snarled. especially having that x symbol.