Deku Arm Scars Novels & Stories

The young girl looked at him with swollen eyes. “Charisa? What happened?" Skandar could not believe what he saw now. "I am injured," said Charisa, she was wincing in painful. "I know, what happened until you got injured like this?" asked Skandar again, the man had been moved closer to the bed and bent over staring at the wound which was owned by his wife. Charisa's left arm was bandaged with gauze, and the outer part was still visible red bruises. While her feet have some plaster stuck to them, Skandar recognized them as the scars that you often got when you fell on the asphalt road.

THIRD POV Scarlett removed the mark on her arm before entering the suite. Jaguar didn’t put on a real tattoo on her because it seems the man wanted to tease her. “I swear, I’ll kill you! Argh!” she mumbled as she tossed the alcohol into the trash, then looked down at her swollen arm from rubbing it. “Damn, they’ll wonder what happened to my arm. TSK.” “You’re back, Scarlett.” It startled Scarlett when the door to their suite opened, so she hid her arm, so her companions wouldn’t notice. She finally entered their suite after nodding.

And then she tore them into several pieces. "I want to give this marriage a chance to work, Kyle. Let's see tonight what are your thoughts on this." At night, Kyle woke up with a puckered face. His arm had mostly healed. Most of his skin was smooth light pink but the skin, in some spots, was stretched taut and rough due to heavy scab formation. It itched a lot too. His doctor had strictly told him not to play with it or the healing may slow down. So here he was, glaring indignantly at his itching arm.

Justine returned my look, and I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm okay with it." He extended his arm, and Dr. Melendez came in closer, placing himself in close proximity to our group and Justine's firearm. He pulled his spectacles up his bulbous nose and looked down at the two crescent moon scars on my right arm. They'd healed well and were no anymore red and swollen, but the scars' whiteness made them easily distinct from my natural tan tone.

We keep each other safe. I touch the scars on his arms and count them. Like the stripes of a tiger, they go all the way up to his shoulders on both arms. Some are deeper than others. They are like braille on his skin. Even a blind man could tell there is a story of pain that burns upon his epidermis. I touch his scars and feel them on his shoulders. These scars are everywhere on his body. Even his mid-section probably has scars everywhere. He has marked himself for life with these man-made scar tattoos.

He raised his arms to press the release lever on the side of the gun, clearing the open chamber to ensure the weapon was entirely safe. As he lifted his arms, the hem of his dark t-shirt pulled upward. A jagged, pale scar stretched across the left side of his ribs. The thick, uneven tissue stood out starkly against his tanned skin. It was an old injury, completely healed and faded around the edges, but the massive size of the mark proved he had survived a severe trauma. Kade noticed the sudden shift in my attention. He lowered his arms and pulled his shirt down, covering the scar from my view.

His right arm has a scar that I cansee from the back of his shoulder to the top of his hand, almost reaching his middle finger. I was busy skinning my prey when he decided to attack me. He did not know how skilled I was with a blade in my human form and he thus got the scar. It was a silver blade so his wolf couldn’t heal so quickly. I believe he is deformed from that day onwards. He lost the ability to use his right arm properly.

Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter. I hear a scream from behind me. I turn, and I see a scarred-faced elderly woman running toward me with a syringe in her hand. I grab her writs and snap it. Then I feel a burning stab in my back shoulder right in my Alpha mark. I look over my shoulder, and Nox is about to pull out the knife and stab me again. I toss the old woman to the ground and punch Nox square in the nose. He stumbles back, and his eyes are watering. It gives me a chance to pull the knife out of my back. As soon as the blade is out, I can feel it start to heal. Wolves heal quickly, but with my enhanced fae healing, this silver was nothi

“It’s beautiful.” Next, he removed two holsters, laying a gun and a knife on the table. The little dimples at the base of his spine made my core clench. As he bent down to remove his boots and socks, I noticed a plethora of silver scars upon his tanned skin and wondered how he’d gotten them. Dario had scars I’d noticed on his forearms as did Armando and Piero. Did Rei see them as badges of honor? I didn’t want to think about him in harm’s way.

But before she could tell Damien about the scars, he was done with her one arm. "Okay, what do you think about it?" Damien asked as he raised both his hands away from her right arm, where there were two circled scars as big as the size seven of a ring. It has a beautiful image of a bright sunny day and a lady with a summer hut, side glancing. The image wasn't too big. Damien tried to maximize the space on the scar.