Izuku Midoriya Scars Novels & Stories

I gripped Hunter’s hand tighter to deal with the pain. “Zelda I can’t feel my fingers.” Hunter informed me. “Sorry babe.” “Um...Zelda...the scars won’t go away. I could only close them up.” Posy said in a small voice. I looked down at my arm and sure enough the cuts were closed, but the scarring was there. It was like I would be forced to be reminded of what happened. “Why not?” I asked. “Well I think the blade might have been enchanted. Even my magic can’t heal these.” She sighed.

Worst to the well of not a typical one-night stand, but in the world of the famous Yaoi genre. “Tsk!” smirking, he took a deep breath out, looking at his reflection as the droplets of water from his hair is dripping onto every section of his fair skin down to his neckline and chest. Just then as he looks at himself in the mirror, the scar in between his chest that he slowly touches tracing it as the past he regretted and was too weak to fight back then, and leaves him of who he is now is somewhat knocking the hated tone back to him right now.

Willa suddenly yelped, frozen in shock. Oops. I sighed with a chuckle. Willa's eyes trailed down my body, following my hand. I was about to laugh at her when she tilted his head and fixed her eyes on my back. She noticed my scar. I had a two inches long scar under my left shoulder blade. Werewolves normally wouldn't have scars on their bodies. Unless their wolf couldn't heal them with soul power in time, leaving them to heal in the human way. The human way leaves scars.

If I didn’t have Jolie and Jessica by my side, I wouldn’t have been able to get everything done. I get up and go to the bathroom, slamming the door shut with such force that the windows rattle in their frame. I take a quick shower, then stare at my reflection in the mirror, hoping Edric will be done and gone by the time I’m finished in the bathroom. I’m almost completely healed, apart from a small scar on the side of my face, close to my left eye – it’s not big, but it’s noticeable. I run my fingers over the thick ridges of skin. There’s a similar, bigger scar on my collarbone, running from my clavicle to my shoulder, another one on my stomach, but the biggest and worst of the scars is a rag

I had no clue what Izzy wanted to tell me, but I knew it couldn’t be good. Izzy just kept staring out the window, biting her lips, and fidgeting with her fingers. She was nervous. Whatever she was going to tell me was big. We went back to the motel, and I took Izzy to my room. I grabbed the first aid kit and started cleaning her wound. It was already healing, but it looked more burned than cut. The cut had healed, but in its place was a slightly raised red scar. I applied some cooling gel and then sat down on my bed next to Izzy.

The serum makes it so we’ll forever bear the scars of our marks to show the world that we belong to one another. I trail my fingers up his neck, his jaw. To his eyebrow, which also bears a new scar. Brock was so close to death after the fight with Xavier that his shifter healing couldn’t keep up, and he now has scars that tell the tale. This small slash through his eyebrow, a deeper scar on his right shoulder, and another on the left side of his abdomen. I saw the scar on his eyebrow once before, in a vision.

See doing what he does for a living he was able to tell what's what with regards to the way people reacted , then again his world was all about instant gratification, and fun. Iris turned around to make sure everything was alright. She had taken her scarf off mid conversation with Javier on the plane and forgotten that she had his hoodie on . Her hair was tied up in a coiled bun. Most of Irisis' stab wounds had healed and the scars were fading the wound on the lower back end of her neck left a nasty scar. She had forgotten about it. In a way it had become a part of her . When Javier saw the scar ; the first thing that crossed his mind was ; how and when did something sinister happen to Iris.

He looks into the rearview mirror and asks, "Okay, ladies, where are we going first?" Jade sits forward a bit and says, "I think we will go to the day spa first..." I tense at the sound of that as no one other than Zachariah has seen or knows how bad the scars are that now pattern my skin both on my back and my abdomen, even after the healing cream Valentino's servants were using and then whatever Zachariah had his doctor or healer do they could not stop my skin from scaring. I move slightly closer to Jade and place my hand on her arm and whisper,

"I'm mateless, Celeste." "What do you mean?" He sets his drink down, scooting off the bean bag and pushing himself closer to me. He turns his back to me, grabbing his lengthy hair and moving it away from the back of his neck. There, beneath his hairline, is a circle of scarred flesh. As he flexes his neck I could've sworn it had a goldish hue to it. There's raised flesh within the circled scar, slightly pale in color. Two inward curved lines reflect back on each other on opposite sides of the scar. Additionally, a small line lays between the reflection, outward dashes of opposite direction on either end. A slanted slash goes through the middle of the line. It looks wrong on his body, the mar

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.