Novel & Cerita Hermione Granger Mudblood Scar

Leon was standing still but his eyes are sharp and active, ready to shoot anything that moves. Agnes didn't dare. She didn't move and stood still while her pale face was illuminated by the moon's mocking light. She was disheveled, far from the gracious and precious image that she carried for almost 19 years. Her red hair was like a bird's nest with blades of green grasses and dirt on top of it. She has a small wound on her pale cheeks, corner of her right eye, and lips and they were bleeding. The red blood slid down slowly on her face, painting it red.

To Fiona's confusion, Draco hasn't moved from the couch since she woke up and also he hasn't changed into clothes yet. She had snuck a glance or two of him when everyone was huddled around her. She instantly noticed the claw marks on his chest. They weren't full claw marks and also they were fresh. All of a sudden haunting feeling engulfed her. She remembered the sensation completely when Clarke had clawed, she even touched those slashes starting from her left temple and going all the way to her right cheek. Then how come only half of the scar remained? If she was healed magically then the scar should've remained like the one on her arm and her back and also on half of her face then how come

As usual, she has remembered that my favourite cuisine is Eastern cuisine. “She’s changed,” I reveal to her as I finish the last spoonful of rice. “Arabelle?” Lara smirks, tousling her dark reddish-brown hair. Her hair is a little wavy at the ends, a natural characteristic of the vampiric race in her world. “You too, have changed, haven’t you?”

Serena's POV Bianca froze. "Bianca, what gives you the right to tell me to stay in my place? The family's pampered princess, the trust fund shareholder?" "You're the one always sitting pretty on unearned privilege. Who are you to lecture me about not fighting for what's mine?" "You—!" Her eyes reddened instantly. "Serena, I—" Her eyes filled with crocodile tears on cue. But I wasn't done. "And since you brought up my scar, let's talk about how I got it. Do you remember what you did to me when we were ten?"

Keira POV I spat out mud. It landed with a bloody splat on next to my feet. I felt inside my mouth with my fingers. No broken teeth. Good so far. I turned to face the girl, holding my sword in a sweaty fist. The girl was almost twice my size. Her straw-coloured hair was cut like a boy's, and her eyes were a watery blue. She could have been handsome, save for the ugly scar that ran across her jaw, terminating at the base of her neck. Sara — that was her name — gave me a bloody grin.

I seldom use the mirror because, for half my life, Calla and other pack members called me an ugly freak. I take deep breaths and look at my reflection in the mirror. The girl looking back at me is skinny and pitiful. I have long, silver-white hair and a slender face with a thin, silver scar running from my eyebrow to my upper cheek. I got it the night my mother died, but I have no recollection of how. My eyes are translucent and mismatched; one is a deep purple, and the other a bright silver. I've been the center of ridicule for ten years. I deserve it. After all, my mother was leaving the pack to keep me safe, but from what? From whom?

The pain was brief but sharp, like a reminder that this moment mattered. I raised my hand over the bowl filled with rich, dark soil of Valeria, branded with the royal sigil that seemed to look different now, even though I had seen it a thousand times before. As my blood dropped in the bowl, I could feel something shift in the air…something that felt weird. Then I wiped the dripping blood off with my thumb, pressing down on the scroll with my name in fancy script which signified my enrollment to the Academy.

Bluebird asked curiously, her hand reaching up to touch the scar on her face. "Hmm?" The moment her fingers made contact with her skin, Bluebird froze. The scar that once stretched across her entire face, a thick and fleshy mark, now felt dry and hardened, as if it had scabbed over. Before she could fully comprehend the change, she noticed that as her fingers slid across the scar, it began to crumble. Small, dark, blood-tinged flakes fell to the ground. Seeing Bluebird's reaction, even Liam paused for a moment.

Her chest vibrated against his when he roughly pulled her dress down revealing her slender shoulder. She was ready to feel his harsh attack on her again but nothing his body was frozen over her. She flinched feeling him pulling his hand away from her thigh and tracing his cold fingers on her revealed shoulder. "What is this?" His uneven deep voice reached her ears making her snap her eyes open as realization started drilling in her mind. The scar. There was a scar on her right shoulder which didn't fail to freeze Harry. The scar looked painful and quite old. He stared at it for a long time as she finally answered.