Harry Potter Scar Costume Novels & Stories

“Including royalty from our most valued allies. Please join me in welcoming Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack!” Spotlight blazed across my face. I stepped forward with fluid grace, ignoring the stunned silence from those who remembered the broken girl I used to be. As I moved toward the platform, something extraordinary happened. Ancient marks began to glow beneath my skin—silver lines that traced intricate patterns up my arms and across my décolletage. The mark of true royal bloodlines, power that hadn't been seen in centuries. The entire hall gasped. I reached the platform and turned to face the crowd, my marks still pulsing with otherworldly light. When I spoke, my voice carr

AURORA POV I checked myself in the mirror and rubbed the back of my neck. I'm sure triangles have girls too. I tied my hair in a ponytail and grabbed the mask with a triangle printed on it. I walked out of the room and made my way towards Sebastian's office. I hope they are done talking by now. As I was making my way towards his office all of a sudden a group of girls and boys which I assume are the scars surrounded me. Huh? What do they want?

She doesn’t look all that scandalized. Scarlett gasps dramatically. “Oh no! Wild barbarians!” She turns to her unicorn, “Did you hear that, Mr. Horny? No slurping!” We tried to suggest different names for the unicorn, but Scarlett was dead-set on Mr. Horny. She glances my way and shakes her head, “Oh dear, Lady Hilda. We’ll have to find you something different to wear.” I tap my finger on Mr. Horny’s horn and twinkle my fingers through the air. “There, now I’m wearing a stunning ball gown. Thank you, Mr. Horny.”

I removed my cardigan, left only my sleeveless shirt, and then lifted my pajamas to my knees, exposing my ugly scars. She gasped and I can’t blame her. The rope that was used to bind me managed to bit into my skin they left marks on my wrists and ankles. They cut into my skin too deep I thought I’ll lose my hands and feet. Even the whip managed to leave horrid long marks on my arms and back. I’ve got cigarette burns near my collarbone. I’ve got a scar on my forehead, too—like the one Harry Potter has. “That explains your choice of clothes.” She covered her mouth, suppressing a sob.

Chapter Forty- five A man dressed in an all black costume. A scar ran down from two centimeter away from his left eye down to his chin. His face was hardened and the scar made him appear more scary than he looked. His aura speaks danger, doom and destruction. He stared hard at the intruder who had deemed it fit to disrupt his peace at the time of the day. If he stared any harder, the intruder's soul will be sucked out of their body. Not that he cared about the life or death of anyone but the intruder seemed to know what they were doing.

I only came for Zira’s birthday and after I am done with her birthday, I will follow Octavia and Silver back to the werewolf kingdom. I brought out a gold gown. The gown is so shiny with lots of sequence in the body. The gown covers every part of my body. It’s just a plain gown with a low slit that starts from the lower thighs. I think the design of the gown is the shiny sequence, honestly this is not what I would actually go for, but I have to hide my scars. I put on a black pair of heels and also put on some makeup to hide the eye bags and dark circles, which are just becoming darker each day. I look at myself in the mirror after brushing my hair. I look ready. Then I head to Zira's room.

The girl who was trying to lift up scarlet was putting on a very long and black hood with a belt that had a bunch of knifes hooked to it. Her face was partly covered but from the looks of her all black clothes she looked like one of those witches from the 1960's. " Come behind the cafeteria building now.." I mindlinked the guys as I ran towards the two girls. As soon as they saw me they ran away leaving Scar bleeding on the ground. I wanted to run after them but scarlet was more important. I knelt down before her placing her head on my lap my hand was now covered in blood.

The maid assigned to her did a lot more than I imagined possible to make her look good. The scar was almost impossible to cover, but the maid did her best to make it a lot less noticeable. Her brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders in beautiful waves, and her jewelry adorned her as best they could. Her gown was long and flowing, a beautiful red, adorned with pearls and gemstones at the hem to make it glimmer. A corset was obviously doing its utmost best to tuck in her stomach and waist, giving her the semblance of an hourglass shape, which surprisingly wasn't hard to pull off with her voluptuous thighs.

Ariadne doesn’t respond; instead, picking out a bottle of rum from the mini-fridge and mixing it with a can of coke. The water finally shuts off with a squeak. A moment later, Harry appears, clothed, with wet hair that he tousles dry with a towel. “Alright,” Ariadne hisses. “Speak. We gave you way more courtesy than you deserve.” Harry takes a seat without a snarky comment. He looks tired, not in the way that rest can solve. His skin is mottled and lifeless, and his eyes are dark as graveyard soil. There are two hideous scars where his scent glands used to be, and without them, he seems to be a wolf no longer.

I was right beside the body that reeked of blood and hot tar, but I wanted to see… just to be sure it was who I was thinking… I dragged myself to it and stretched out my hand to slowly grasp the collar of a coat, sliding it away from the face. Scorpio's eyes drilled into me as I stared at him, too shocked and frozen to move. His dark red eyes were wide and piercing, as if I was in a nightmare. His skin had been shaved clean off from where he must have landed on the hard tar road and was oozing pus. His blood had dried in black clumps around his cheeks and forehead, but most of it was still trickling down underneath the jacket.