Invisible Scars Rod Wave Novels & Stories

I bit my lip from screaming. "Deal with yourself first, Hira." Wave said. I quickly tore off the hem of my pants on my leg and tied it to my wound. I breathed deeply as the sharp pain flooded me. The blood somehow stopped bleeding and I forgot about the pain as I attended next to Wave. I tore off the hem of his shirt and tied it to this wound on his arms. "We can't go on like this. We need to clean your wounds." "Let's go straight to the agency. They can heal this with their high-tech equipment." Wave croaked out.

Suddenly black dots appeared and darkness consumed me instantly. Author's Pov: Dave saw the two guards lying on the floor infront of room number 302. He froze for a minute. He opened the door and saw the room is looking messy with somethings are fallen on the ground. They won't go too far from here must be inside the hospital, need to stop them before they leave with this thought he ran to the parking lot looking for the trace of Kushi and Arvi. His eyes were searching for every corner of the parking lot. From the peripheral vision he saw a person at the ambulance back side. His head snapped into that direction. He saw Arvi and Kushi inside it with their hands tied with ropes and plaster on

"Probability of error: 0.0000007%. The wavefront propagates at… at T-minus seventeen cycles. Lily’s null-scars… the resonance signature… it’s the only counter-frequency. The only dampener." The weight settles. Cold. Final. Like the first shovelful of dirt on a coffin. My scars throb in time with Eos’s terrified whine. A deep, resonant ache beneath the dark, intricate latticework covering half my torso, my arm, creeping up my neck. Proof of battles fought. Now, payment demanded.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

"Raised me? You kept me around as a backup for your kidney issues. Cut the act, Rosa. Your tears? They just gross me out." I looped my arm through Wade's and headed into the villa with him. "Shut the door." The door swung shut behind us, muffling the wails, curses, and the distant wail of sirens. Once in the room, Wade removed his mask, revealing the scars that marred half his face. He looked at me, eyes deep and searching. "Feel better?" "Yeah. A lot better." "This is just the beginning." Wade kicked back, his fingers drumming on the chair's armrest.

Ryan raised the chair in his hands, and with a swift motion, brought it down on me, his eyes cold as they met mine. I was paralyzed by the fear in my eyes, unable to move. "Ah!" The pain shot through me like a jolt of electricity, and I couldn't contain the blood-curdling scream that escaped my lips. My fingers were crushed instantly, mangled and bleeding, as I stared at them in disbelief. The physical pain, sharp and intense, barely compared to the crushing weight in my chest.

Desperation drove me toward higher ground, clinging to the faint hope of rescue. However, luck wasn’t on my side. Out of nowhere, a massive wave slammed into me, sweeping me off my feet. I crashed into the sea, the icy water flooding my mouth and throat with its salty sting, leaving me gasping for breath. “Don’t freak out. Just stay calm...” I repeated to myself, clawing for control. I tried to swim away from the jagged rocks, but my belly slammed into one, its sharp edge slicing through me like a knife.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” Elena nodded as she made her way out of the sick bay. Her steps were slow, as she hoped to not see June in the hallway. She successfully got out of the school’s building, not meeting June or anybody she knew. She spotted Daniel waving his hands, leaning on his car. He was wearing a white hoodie with the words ‘the moon is beautiful’ written in italics printed on it. His hands were shoved into the pockets of his dark jeans, one leg extended showing off the matching sneakers he and Elena were wearing.

It is hard to get my head around , can you hear the voices behind the shadows?My silent plea, my beggings,the scars on me are telling thier stories. I know its selfish to ask for more but this pain is more than fire. My sorrowed heart only holds one name Johan a person it can't seem to find .Behind the shadows i am told time will heal my wounds and that my grief is worth it .Its hard when you find out that you are not as importante to someone as you thought .Imagine cutting your finger the pain, the brief confusion before you notice the blood . See the light grab it all before you experience the darkness life has in store.