Novel & Cerita Izuku Midoriya Scars

I ignored Jonas’ protest and went to stand beside Lisa, my eyes pleading. “Please lift your hair and show me your neck.” “Okay, okay. Calm down. Here, look.” Gently, she turned her head, exposing her neck where the scar was. I gasped, my heart pounding. It was the same. The same shape, the same size, the same location. It was Kiara’s scar. It had to be. “How did you get this scar?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s from horseback riding,” she replied, her voice trembling. Her words left me gasping for breath, my mind reeling with possibilities.

My voice was quieter now, edged with exhaustion that went deeper than just my body. Mikali’s lips pressed into a thin line. “No,” he admitted. “Whatever the hell was on that bastard’s claws was blocking my healing ability. I can stabilize you and keep the pain manageable, but I couldn’t close the wounds completely.” He hesitated, and I saw the frustration flicker across his face before finally saying, “They’re going to scar.” A permanent mark. A reminder. A piece of evidence carved into my skin, undeniable proof that someone had tried to kill me—and had come too damn close. I let my hand drop away, my gaze flicking toward the ceiling as my mind dragged me back into the fight.

Not the patient counting ceiling cracks while pride rotted inside her ribs. “Don’t look so excited,” Mara muttered from the chair near the window, watching me like she could already see the trouble forming behind my eyes. “Healing doesn’t mean you’re invincible. Again.” I smirked. “Relax. I almost died once this month. That should count as character development.” Maya snorted under her breath, but she wasn’t smiling. Her gaze lingered on the thin silver lines scattered across my skin, scars that magic could not fully erase because they had been carved too deep. Some were old. Some were fresh and all of them were mine.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

Jace whimpers and coughs, blood spilling from his mouth as he squirms on the floor. “Stop!” I choke on my breath. “Jace…” “Don’t pity them, Tabitha. They don’t deserve it. See this?” Mario lifts his shirt and reveals a massive scar carved into the side of his stomach. It looks like a bite taken straight out of him. “I got this more than twenty years ago,” he explains. “From Emery Aldair himself. He went berserk during the full moon after his twenty-fourth birthday.” “W-What? I don’t understand,” I whisper.

Vardan commanded without a shred of emotion. Sora turned toward the large mirror in the corner of the room. He froze. At the base of his neck, the bite mark looked deep red, almost purple at the edges. The wound throbbed, sending a consistent sting through all his nerves. Vardan hadn't just touched him. He had planted a permanent scar that would pulse every time Sora’s heart beat. Vardan ignored Sora’s shattered gaze. He checked the pistol magazine behind his waist with tactical movements. "That's a mark so the Corvin clan knows you aren't prey they can touch. Now get up. I don't have much time."

My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot.

the older female says and I smile a little before Modok wraps his arm around my waist. "Mother, Father, Eida, this is Xiu," Modok says and I smile at the women before looking at the big male. When I do my eyes widen. The male's face is badly scarred. I haven't seen an injury on anyone the entire time I have been on Kea. Their medical treatments are so good I didn't think people could be scarred like he is. He looks scary with his white eye and a wide healed-over gash that runs from his hairline to his cheek.

John snorted. “She really is interesting.” Marcus blurted out. ‘It seems like she is used to this kind of situation. If you could see the scars she had aside from her fresh wound, you can say that she’s not an ordinary girl.” He muttered. His voice was too low enough to hear by his cousin beside him while watching the disappearing silhouette of Mariko. *** Mariko sighed in relief as soon as she reached her room. She immediately fished out her phone from her pocket and called Itsuki. In one ring, Itsuki answered her call.

“What I do know is that a few scars are a small price to pay for Keira to still be here, alive and whole and safe. So it’s OK. Really. I can get over my own vanity.” “You won’t need to, I promise you.” Ice started to peel off the tape and gauze. “You’re breathtaking, no matter what.” And he wasn’t lying at all, he saw now. Yes, there were two long purple lines on the left side of her face, running from her ear to just under her eye, and one that grazed her high cheekbone and touched her temple, just below the hairline.