Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

"Now, clean me up, my Shark. Before I forget there's a war outside this door and take you right here on this marble." Lila's face flushed a deep, breathless crimson. She bit her lip, forcing her hands to steady as she pressed the towel against the wound. She saw the ugly, jagged tear across his bicep, bleeding heavily but thankfully missing the bone. It sat just inches away from the massive, old scar on his shoulder, a physical map of how much this man had bled to build the fortress she had spent the morning fighting him on.

Leo was pointing to the thin, jagged scar that ran through Alessandro’s left eyebrow—a souvenir from a night Caro hadn't been there for. Alessandro didn't flinch. He leaned into the child’s touch, his eyes closing for a brief second as if the boy’s hand was a healing balm. "It doesn't hurt anymore, piccolo," he said, his voice dropping to a tender Italian lilt. "I got it a long time ago, when I was fighting shadows. But the shadows are gone now."

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?

Pointing to me. The way Reese looked, my presence made the bad morning even shitty. But I hardly noticed it. I was too fascinated by his bare upper body. Not because he was so well trained, but because of the large scar that covered the chest, shoulder and upper arm on the right side. The whole skin there looked like it had melted and set again like wax. "Well, stared enough, or do I have to make you another drawing?" I didn't even go into his aggressive demeanor. "What happened to you?" Because that certainly wasn't Proles.

"Sarah." She turned around with her teeth bared. "Legolas," she growled. As Sarah turned around,fear and guilt replaced the relief Legolas felt when he first identified his mate. Large scars ran down half of Sarah's face and Legolas vaguely remembered swiping her with his claws. "Did I do that?" He asked softly as he moved to touch it, losing all train of thought. Sarah snared at his hand, ready to snap off his fingers with her teeth. "Touch me again and you'll lose you a limb," she threatened, hoping to God that Aleena doesn't choose this moment to ask her to redo her hair.

he retorted, a hint of confusion tainting his voice. "Well, typically, scars that have been present for over a decade tend to gradually fade due to metabolic processes," Gwyneth replied, recalling the scar she had observed at the hospital. She was certain she hadn't misjudged it. Elizabeth's scar couldn't be more than a few years old at most. Furthermore, burns and scalds affected muscles differently, with scalds generally healing faster.