Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

His eyes aren't just darker, they're brighter and his aura is even more dangerous, but I arch my back and let out an even louder moan, feeling this heat running through my veins like hot oil. His hands went under my shirt and pulled it off, throwing it on the floor and I closed my eyes, aware for the first time of my body, there were many scars, no matter how much the healing potion had closed the cuts, the scars are still there and they spread almost all over my body.

suddenly the door was slammed open and then a red-headed man walked into scar's chambers with an envelope in his hand. " Did you get what I asked you?" Asked scar as he continued to sip from his glass of whiskey which was neatly placed in front of him. " Yes I did, " said the red-haired man as he handed over a brown envelope to scar. Scar, quickly opened it to see what was inside, but he was shocked when he saw a picture" You didn't tell me you were also checking out a beautiful girl from your human world" said scar as he continued to stare at the photo in from of him, for some reason, he found himself lost in the picture, he couldn't take his eyes of a young girl in that photo, but then th

Remi burst out from laughter. "Hoo? You still making fun of her?" Scarlet came out of nowhere and approached Remi to see what was going on. "Butt out of my business four-eyes." The usual, Remi still gets annoyed when Scarlet is around because she knew she couldn't beat Scarlet in mind tricks. Scarlet looked like a Hermione Granger from Harry Potter today and she is feeling fabulous in her outfit. "These glasses suit me right?" Scarlet asked while she twirls her hair around. "No. You look like a nerd."Remi said with no emotions at all.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.

The air around her was thick, yet she moved through it like she’d taught herself not to drown. But I saw her. She rolled her hair in a bun, making the scar on the left side of her temple clear and obvious. The moment my eyes landed on the scar, my skin crawled. It wasn’t fresh, but it was still angry, still red. A cruel reminder of something no child should carry. My jaw clenched. My hands balled into fists on the armrests of my chair. “Sit, Rosa,” I said, quieter than I expected. She did.

Magic threaded through cogitation, directly into my skull. Cerelia winces beside me. She hears it too. We seek balance. Your fire is tipping the scales. I step forward, keeping my body between Cerelia and the thing. “Scarlett isn’t a threat. She’s a girl trying not to drown.” Then you should have let her. That’s enough to make me lose my temper. I summon my magic fast and sharp, slicing the air with my sickle. Blue light crackles across the ward lines like a warning.

Chapter 54 The Mysterious Scar Harriet stood before the mirror, struggling to slip her frame into the beautiful dress. As she gazed at her reflection, her eyes suddenly fixated on a certain spot. There, just three inches below her shoulder, an inexplicable crescent-shaped scar caught her attention. It emitted a faint white glow under the light. It didn't appear to be a recent injury, nor did it seem accidental. She was certain she had never had a scar there before.

“When we were in the library,” That was a couple of days ago. She lifted her sleeve and an indent in her skin appeared. “I haven’t taken the magic potion,” she stroked her finger over the scar. “The potion?” The edge of my tone startled her and I smiled and cursed myself. But an anger stirred and I couldn’t control it anymore. “Mommy said it was a magic potion, it was in a big needle. I got them in that room you found. Remember?” I nodded and let her continue at her own pace but holly hell was it hard not to snarl.

"You can't protect your sister or your lover if you get scared of the gunshot. How can you catch a bullet for them if your feet don't move, sweetheart?" Rossie snapped, her forehead slowly creasing as if she had recognized him. Harry noticed that and the best way to get out of that situation is to act cool about it. "Does my scar bother you?" he cooly asked. Rossie looked away. It seemed to work. "I know the scars are horrifying but they are memories to keep. Consider it my medals." "No," she softly muttered. "They're not horrifying and I don't mind them. You just reminded me of someone."