Harry Potter Scar Costume Novels & Stories

"I could bite and turn you, but that's not what I want. I wish I could go back in time to when I had no knowledge of the paranormal. Now that everything has changed, I don't want someone I love to experience what I did. Avery, I feel pain, and I doubt you would wish to experience the same pain." Scarlett stopped her car in front of the house, cut the engine, and got out. There was no one home when they entered it. When she looked, not even Mia. She closed the door to her room and hurried to her bed to drop her bag. When Scarlett found a similar Rhombus online, she immediately said, "I think this one looks like the amulets." "How much does it cost?" Cornelia asked. Scarlett checked it out and

Now, she had a date of her own—even if he wasn’t actually here yet. As Scarlet reached the crowd, she scanned the faces, looking hopefully for any sign of Sage. She wandered through the thick crowd, looking over the hundreds of eyes. Most of the crowd were in costume, making spotting him difficult. She wondered if he’d be in costume, too—but then quickly discounted that. Of course he wouldn’t. He didn’t need to be: he was already different than everyone else. He was an Immortalist. Scarlet looked down and suddenly felt self-conscious about not being in costume herself—but then realized that was silly, especially as several girls passed her dressed in vampire outfits. After all, she, Scarlet,

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

“A very expensive gift. And now it is mine. I am sure I can obtain a lot of money for it. If I am not mistaken, it is made from a swampshark hide.” Nixx opened the bag, looked inside, and laughed. “What’s so funny?” Scar asked. “It looks like sweetheart over here is a little witch. Who would have thought?” Nixx said and laughed again. “I am not a witch,” Ayla protested. Scar wrapped his finger around his dagger. “I don’t care if you are a witch or a demon, but I will show you that no one messes with me! You are not allowed to eat tonight or tomorrow! And if you try any more tricks with me, I will hurt you! And not even Nixx will be able to stop me then!”

Harry gasped and Indianna recognised the second person when he fell to his knees. He looked different. His hair was longer and his beard had grown out of control. His skin was covered in marks and bruises, but Indianna could never, ever forget his face. She took a small step forward and froze. Her eyes were wide and focused only on him. Harry was talking to her, but she couldn't hear him. Her vision blurred and she realised she was crying. She was too scared to move any closer to him, scared that this was one of Rogue's sick jokes.

I looked at him in confusion. "I have lots of clothing for women in my wardrobe, so don't be concerned." "What?" I don't think he wears a female's clothes at his house. "Oh, come on, Scarlet, don't look at me like that. You know I have a girlfriend, and every time she comes to visit, she puts her things here so she won't have to worry about them each time." "Oh,"I took out one set of pajamas and a shirt from the cupboard. "Have this soup, Scarlet." Harry brought me a bowl of hot soup as soon as I changed clothes and exited the restroom.

“Ari… no. Don’t do this to yourself. I want you to be happy. But I can’t give you the happiness you deserve.” She sobbed for a while. Then suddenly snapped. “It’s all her fault!” she screamed, turning the gun back on Liz. “Ari, stop!” I shouted. “I’ll kill you!” “NO—” And before I could think—before I could scream or tackle or beg her, I did the only thing I knew would stop her. I reached for my mask, and ripped it off—revealing my face. Once a symbol of charm and blessings—now a curse. Scarred. Burnt. Ugly.

I couldn't make sense of it, but I nodded. That evening, a gown was delivered to my room. It was a long, deep green velvet dress. The fabric was like cool, heavy silk against my skin. I'd never even seen something so beautiful, let alone owned it. I'd arrived with a single, battered suitcase holding all my clothes from the last twenty-odd years—all of them Bianca's cast-offs. When I was finally dressed, my heart pounding, I walked down the grand staircase. Caspian was waiting for me at the bottom.

They fought tooth and nail as if it was some type of morbid dance between two opposite forces until eventually overcoming what used to stand in front: they defeated them again…or so thought those remaining few who chose life over death. Still panting heavily amid the ruins left behind due devastation caused by Miss Bulwark (*as referred lovingly by Lovato*), both daredevils embraced at last after such intense battle; relieved - although bruised & battered (mostly mentally!)-that also no harm had come upon their little brave soul known as 'Scarlett'. One final thing remained however: The showstopper itself…. A fiery explosion occurred right then when two hearts collide during an affectionate

"Sometimes… the things we think are making us the ugliest person in the world, are actually the things that mark us as the most beautiful person instead. So in your case, this scar of yours makes you the most beautiful girl in the entire world in my eyes, and trust me, the scar that you are fearing about will make you stand out in the ball." I had picked a pair of earrings with dangling green crystals, and the combination of the blue dress and green earrings was making my green eyes pop and glimmer. Due to the wide neckline of the dress, I had opted for a black choker that matched my black heels. And even though I had forbidden her almost a thousand times, Katerine still managed to put a lit