Novel & Cerita Izuku Midoriya Scars

Ugly scars had been left on her face and neck as if someone had clawed her. They didn't even spare her face, they scarred it too. The rage that birthed inside me was impalpable and I only hoped that Zilver wouldn't go on a killing spree inside our pack. ‘Oh! I am definitely shredding people to pieces,’ he calmly told me and I knew he was only holding back because of Karica’s condition. I would get to the bottom of this too but for now, I needed to heal all her external wounds. I began to lick her face and neck, coating it in my saliva.

I sighed, dropping the book to the side. "I'm just tired." I muttered, covering my face with my palms. It was obvious she didn't believe a word I said but she remained silent. "Take a look at this." Jade called out to me, and I removed my hands from my face to look at her. She pulled up her shirt and exposed a large, nasty scar that ran across her abdomen. "How did you get that?" I asked quietly. "My mate." She said simply and my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets.

The silver cut was wide and weeping, the skin around it was red and swollen, and clutched in my bloody fingers was the grey stone, now stained a deep, permanent red. Marcus’s face went completely pale. His eyes darted from my hand to my face, his breath catching in his throat. "What the hell have you done, Zack?!" he whispered, his voice trembling with a sudden, terrifying panic. "What did you give to the mountain?" Present Day My eyes snapped open. The memory vanished, but the pain in my right palm remained. I looked down at my hand. The silver scars from that fourteen-year-old cut were glowing; not gold, or copper, but a deep, ancient silver that mirrored the pulse of the mountain.

Gently, slowly, he guided her hand up and down her body, ran their fingers along each and every scar. He left the largest one for last, knowing that this was the one that frightened and disgusted her the most. That asshole had sliced her from her breastbone straight down the middle of her body, all the way to her navel. The scar was thick and raised, an angry, vivid purple, and every time she looked at it, she remembered how terrified she had been at that moment. She'd truly thought he was going to gut her like a fish; she'd thought she was going to die.

Zara burst into tears and covers her face. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s horrible. It hurts so much. Please. I need to be alone.” Ariadne tries to calm her but Zara continues to cry and seeing how traumatized and wrecked she was, everyone left her alone. Ari turn back to look at her to make sure that she was alright but she knew the scar inhabiting her physical and mental form would takes time to heal. At least if she wants some time to be alone, then why not.

he answered. He stepped into the dim glow of the moonlight streaming through the kitchen window and Lily gasped. Up close in the vampire cells, she’d noticed his scars, a sharp contrast to the intact side of his face, which revealed a chiseled chin, sharp cheekbones, and a regal blade of a nose. But in the cells, his scars had been cast in fiery dungeon shadows. Now, as he prowled closer, his full features emerged. The moonlight highlighted his past wounds in stark relief. Several large scars marred the right side, stretching from above his brow all the way to his chin. They gnarled and puckered the smooth skin, showing clear evidence of the dark life he lived. For a wolf not to heal, even f

I saw the way his gaze perused over me, no doubt seeing if my injures were healing. I still had quite a few ugly bruises all over my body, but the biggest one was on the back of my side. The rest had faded a bit, except for that one. It covered most of my side and was a deep dark purple. I had cringed when I saw it. I still had some swelling and bruising, on my face. As much as I wished Skye could heal me so I could get back to a semblance of feeling normal, I understood why she couldn’t.

I then head over towards the bathroom; I can still smell blood on my body from the injuries that I had. Aria still has yet to wake up, which makes me sad. I miss her dearly and I feel so alone without her. I look into the mirror in the bathroom. My skin paler than normal, my dark raven black hair falling down in waves, my eyes a piercing blue, my cheeks sunken in a bit from weight loss. My arm and chest still have bandages on it. I pull my dress over my head, revealing the bandages wrapped from my chest up to my shoulder then down my arm. Gently I begin to unravel the bandage, one long scar appears, from the middle of my chest up to my shoulder and down my arm. My biggest scar yet. My body i

She shot him a glare and stepping forward, dragged her finger along the woman's arm before moving back. “Happy?” She growled. Zidane smiled coldly, his eyes fixed on the woman's skin, watching as the marks he made in her neck began healing but the thin scratch Scarlett made did not heal. His eyes grew more manic, his mind poisoned with all the possibilities of having such an ability at his disposal.

Darrien had already sacrificed enough on my account, I refused to be any more of a burden to him in the years I had left. Izak joined us as the girls escorted me to the infirmary. Nisha and Tamsyn left us when the doctor came into the room. I kept an amicable expression painted across my features and forced myself to watch as the doctor unwound the bandage. I felt my chest tighten as the thick scar on my wrist was revealed. “How is it doc?” Izak asked as he leaned against the wall. “It’s healing well,” the doctor replied, “I’ll prepare a salve for the scar and have it delivered this afternoon.”