Harry Potter Book Scar Novels & Stories

Except for Finn, who gave me the scar, nobody knew about it. I bit on my lower lip as he pushed my fabric up, bunching it up and rested it right where my Boobs ended. Inhaled sharply as his gaze fixed upon the scar. I dug my teeth more into my lower lip and made sure I drew out blood as he shot his hand up and caressed the long and ugly scar on my back. I had seen it. It was disgusting and I hated it. Another sob broke through when he leaned down and kissed the length of my scar. His warm breath hit my skin. he hovered his body over mine, taking in each inch of that ugly, disgusting and vile scar.

I couldn't even see a soul around and the rain was continuously pouring down. "The Scars are on the haunt." She said and I sighed. "So, what's new about it? I don't understand why people are so scared of them. They never really harmed anyone." I said and she let out a frustrated sigh. "They are behind someone." She said,

It's alas if they are both connecte and she could never deny that fact. “Hey, are you alright?” Harry asked me Scarlet, his voice almost like a whisper, but he was avoiding her eyes. He couldn't save her, but Nicolas did. Scarlet too knew he was ashamed, but that didn't make her think low of him. At least to say, Harry tried his fucking best to protect her and never attempted to run away like a coward. “Yeah, I am, what about you?” Scarlet asked him. Harry simply nod his head, it was as if he has lost his voice or something as he grabbed her and they both left the restroom.

Rȗҽ I grit my teeth, eyes flashing in anger as I watch the tiny burnt flesh on my fingers. This is what I get for helping a perverted dog. Such ugly scar is unacceptable for my beautiful self. Of course I could simply create a potion to cure the ugly flesh but now it is impossible since I am stuck here. I stiffen when Ares rises to his feet. I avoid looking up at him, though I felt his eyes on me. I prayed he had not seen the scar the silver left. It would only raise unwanted questions that I did not want to answer.

But a scar on the neck was so vague and common. A lot of Alpha’s acquired scars from battle, especially on the neck since it's a lethal weak spot for werewolves. She knew pointing him out would be just as hard as telling a tamaskan different from a wolf. But she had to find him. She couldn't abort this part of the mission no matter how bad she wanted to. According to the goddess, this alpha was the only one who could save her from herself. She got a glimpse of it 2 nights ago. It felt like she was going to die when the heat spread all throughout her.

A wrinkled scarf, a broken heel, an imprint in the ground-anything at all. Still, the world remained obstinately bare. My hands trembled over the wheel, rage and grief struggling to take hold of me. I had hoped to save her, to be her hero, and later on, her everything. Instead, she had now run her further off, into a night that held no answers.

He was stronger than he appeared, relentless, because he took small, determined steps toward me, head down, pushing against my wall of wind, his resolve unwavering. I was so intensely focused on Limpy, on maintaining the wind barrier, that I didn't see Scar, the grey alpha, circling back, running silently toward me from my flank. He knocked me off my feet with a brutal impact, his giant head hitting me hard in the side. I heard a loud crack, a sickening sound that echoed in the night, and I knew instantly, with a cold certainty, that I had broken a rib. Sending a healing spell, a desperate surge of magic, through my body, I tried to get to my feet, to regain my footing, but Scar was on me on

A deep sigh escaped my lips as I surrendered to my tears, my lashes heavy with the weight of my emotions. Henry's face contorted in surprise as he touched my face with his tender fingers. "Mom, you're crying," he said, his voice laced with concern. I nodded, my voice breaking. "Yes, Henry, I am crying. I fear for your future, and I don't want you to feel destined to be a werewolf or a mutant. I want you to have a normal life, free from the burdens that come with this existence.” Markus's words ignited my fury. "Scarlett, stop being ridiculous!" he exclaimed, but I was beyond reason. My fists clenched, my eyes wide with anger, I struck him swiftly, my punch landing squarely on his face.

This immediately caused Anberine to flinch sharply to Skye’s dismay. “I know it hurts but try to relax okay” Skye assured Anberine who still didn’t talk, once he cleaned the blood off of her face. Skye immediately frowned at the scratch marks now residing in their place. “That darned woman!” Skye resisted to snap as he took his bag off his shoulder and took out the scar removal potion. Biting his lip Skye placed a drop of the purple vial and a drop of the scar removal potion onto the towel and lightly dabbed it on the infected areas.

As time passed, Drago grew more skilled in harnessing his supernatural abilities, embracing his true nature. But it was unknown to them that the medication had no cure to the pain on his forehead. It had only subsided and hadn't taken it off completely. Sorceress Scarlet knew it was time to pay a visit to the Malfoy family and tell them about the scar on Drago's forehead. While they all sat together in the sitting room, Scarlet appeared in their midst. Diego and Luna Malfoy didn't flinch since they were already used to her appearance. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Scarlet." Diego said, rubbing his chin.