Eye Scar Anime Novels & Stories

Yet, I was so wrong. When I saw Jackal that day, I saw something in him that made me back out and depart the room. A ray of light, though not a dazzling one, united Scarlet and Jerk. Looking into my clairvoyance, I realised I had underestimated my enemy. Not only was he linked to Scarlet, possibly someone she had known when young, he was also not an ordinary human.

Tears cascaded down her face, mirroring the anguish she felt deep within her soul. With only one piece left to uncover, Amani's attention shifted to the bandage that obscured one of her eyes. With shaky hands, she carefully peeled away the protective covering. Her hand instantly flew to her mouth, attempting to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape. The wolf had also left his mark upon her beautiful face, his claws slashing a path of destruction across her left eye. The once vibrant green hue of her iris had faded, leaving behind a ghostly pallor.

I quipped, a note of panic rising in my voice. What did he think this was? Baby’s first day at school? I sighed, then noticed for the first time, the hint of a jagged silver scar that ran down through one eye, stopping just above his high, strong cheekbones. Beware the beast, all is not as it seems. The notes' content whirled in my head just as the Lycan’s mist-grey eyes settled on it, where I’d roughly disposed it on the floor. “Double shit!” I screeched, scrambling to get out of bed on waterlogged legs and watching in horror as he slowly, tentatively, scooped it up and stretched it cleanly in his hands.

Almost like he was a lifeless sculpture. Goddess, his eyes.... One of them was pitch black, and the other was a bright red. A gruesome scar marred the skin from his left temple ending just shy of his jawline. "Two?" He asked, his deep voice reverberating in the small space. My stomach tightened, my breathing quickening. "No, Roman. Apologies for the confusion," Elric said, smiling nervously while glaring at Tara. The demon alpha cocked his head, lifting a hand to point at me.

I immediately regretted. He looked like a young man, tall and muscular, silky black hair fell to his shoulders in waves and half of his face, the left half was clear and pretty and his left eye was a bright emerald green colour that were currently glowing wickedly at me... And the other... The other part of his face was scarred as if it had been scratched up with claws of an animal of some sorts. His right eye had been replaced with a glass bead of the same colour as his left eye.

A gust of wind hits us blowing out the candles. A vision hit’s me. This is not how it usually happens. My mother is the one who always gets the message but this time it’s me. “I see a man. I don’t know who he is, but I think he is a werewolf. He is in a packhouse of some sort. He has dark hair and eyes. His eyes have a reddish tent to them though like rogues.” I feel Cole’s hand squeeze mine hard. “Let me see if I can get a name. He has a scar over his right eye.” I tell them and Cole’s hand squeezes mine almost too hard. I sink myself deeper into the vision.

Her voice is soft and soothing. "I think you should open your eyes; everyone is waiting." Inari nudges me ever so gently. I groan, "but my eyelids hurt." Inari chuckles. Hearing her laugh even just a little feels fantastic. It lets me know we are going to be OK. I try to open my eyes they flutter. I am hit with white blinding light. I quickly close my eyes and groan again. "Nope, too bright," I tell Inari.

he said as Jasmine scanned her from top to bottom. Scar was a beautiful, built woman, light in color, about 5 inches taller than Jasmine, with long black straight hair that was messily placed in a ponytail. She had big lips, flawless eyes, and a cute nose then there was the meaning behind her name Scar. On the right side of her neck was a scar that added to her look. Scar looked skillful and it immediately intimated Jasmine.

Charlie saw the pair of eyes, and his body shook. He hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, it's him! I recognize him because he has a scar on the left side of his eye. At the time, I noticed that there was something on his left eye, but I couldn't see it clearly. "Now, with this photo, I can see that it's a scar. His body shape and height are also a match!" After Charlie finished speaking, he immediately looked at Hudson.

The lingering scent of burnt magic and old iron curdled into something older, sharper, and infinitely more angry. Above the shattered remains of the stone altar, the air shimmered like a heat haze. It coalesced, twisted, and formed into a flickering, translucent image—a woman with hair like spilled ink and eyes that were pits of cold green fire. Elyra. Or a fragment of her attention, furious and cheated. Her spectral gaze swept the clearing, dismissing the wolves, lingering on the broken circle, before finally landing on me, still wrapped in Lucian’s arms. Her lips curled back from teeth that seemed too sharp.