Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

The boys' laugh echoed around the room and filled the walls with unconditional love that could never be removed. Scar smiled faintly as he stared at Gabriel's bed. Gabe had only been 17 when he had told Scar his biggest secret, he could still remember the look of pure terror on his face, it made Scar laugh internally just thinking about it. With a heavy hand, Scar picked up the cap and studied it in his grasp. It was still torn, just like when Gabriel had worn it all those years ago, though, it was now a faded black. It was as if the colour had drained from it because it knew Gabriel was gone. With a deep breath, Scar pushed his hair back and placed the cap on top of his head before looking

『.*+ • ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴇɪɢʜᴛ• *+.』 ~THURSDAY, THE NEXT DAY Scarlett walked through the halls of the school on a cloudy sunny morning. She pulled up the forearm sleeve of her jacket, no wounds whatsoever. It was confusing her, she knew she had scratches. But maybe her concussions made it all feel real. And the Vampire that almost killed her? Maybe he wasn't real either. She was starting to believe her uncle and accept the reality. She should probably stop reading the Twilight novels.

"How dare you scare me like that?" Agnes has her chin on his shoulder. Hearing him say those words, without knowing whether it was true or not, she bit her lips again and closed her eyes tightly. It's him. It's Leon. — CHAPTER THIRTEEN: A Cold Dark Scary Place — In a dark, still and quiet room, a lone body of a female human was lying on the damp floor. On her forehead, there was a trail of blood that dried over time. Her face was pale, and if you can't see her chest going up and down, you would mistake her as dead.

was the only word that I managed to whispered when I saw branches of his thin black and blue veins popping out of his body, he was having this huge horrible looking scar which looked like a ancient tree, it was on his back from neck to all the way towards his waist. I gently moved my hand up and touched his scar when suddenly something moved inside it and a small red triangle inside a circle appeared right in between the tree trunk “Is it curable?” General Nolan questioned me, it was then I remember about reading about something like this scar and poison in one of book from castle library. “I think I know how to cure this” I said and subconscious touched my dragon pendant only to feel it mis

Sin Frostfire Solutions Carla stood before me in six-inch high stilettos, her pale face containing a bit of shine. Her lips were a deep red, complemented by the blood red dress she was wearing. As beautiful as she turned out in her vampiric form, I still couldn’t get my mind off how Scarlet was humping Jerk in the college grounds. Carla’s lips were moving as she gestured with her hands. But I wasn’t listening. Although I was elated to see her, it was difficult to erase the picture of Scarlet and another man in my mind. Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation.

"Maybe that's why this feels like a story. Like I'm just a character waiting for the author to start the next chapter." "Then let's start it," Skylar said. He helped me sit up, piling pillows behind my back. As he moved, the sleeve of his shirt slid up, revealing a faint, jagged scar on his forearm. It looked like a bite mark. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to it. Skylar quickly pulled his sleeve back down, his expression hardening for a split second before the mask of calm returned. "An old injury. From a hunt. It’s nothing for you to worry about."

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Ruby POV Two weeks had crawled by in this wretched place, each day darker and more suffocating than the last. The once smooth canvas of my face now bore a deep, angry scar, a constant reminder of my reckless power. My eyebrows were nothing but a memory, singed off in an explosive burst of magic I could barely control. I looked hideous, a twisted, ruined version of myself, and the sight of it churned my stomach. "We should leave," Hailey's voice was soft, yet urgent, as she watched me snarl at my reflection in the cracked mirror, my hands trembling at the edges of the sink.

he muttered, not even looking at me as he stood up to leave. Typical. I stepped in his path. “I know about the scar.” That got his attention. His eyes flicked to mine, guarded but curious. “What scar?” he asked, but the way his shoulders stiffened told me everything. He knew exactly which one. “The look on your face just told me you know exactly what I’m talking about,” I said. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark hair. “Look, all I know is that scar, it's not just a mark. It’s a lock. Old magic. It’s used to seal something dangerous. I don’t know what but it’s not something you want to mess with.”