Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

L:- (with tears in her eyes ) I am with you and so do everybody else (she looked at everyone from children , to young girls and women who all smiled and said yes ) Tell me what do you need my help in ? Z:- Scars of the past is the most powerful weapon we can use against him cause the bodily damage can be repaired easily but the scars never heal even if they does the person lives in fear that it may come alive in any second because they are thinking from their brain ignoring the voice of their heart which truly holds the solution . Lesrov is such kind of person . He thinks he has no fear but it's not possible . I want to know his fear and we will use to against him to make him weaker . This w

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

Leila’s POV The morning was cool and quiet as I slipped through the healer’s tent, cradling a small bowl of cooling salve. I’d treated most of the wounded, patched the new cuts from yesterday’s training, and had just enough time for one more patient: myself. I unwrapped the light bandage around my right forearm. Underneath lay the faint pink line of a scar, slightly raised, winding like a river of old pain. It had come from my first escape attempt, when I had fled Sebastian’s chamber. I’d been pushed against a stone wall; the mark had burned into my flesh, and later healed with the soft pink line that still held memories.

Lacy joins him, and you can tell from her fighting style she is her father's daughter. I hear a scream from behind me. I turn, and I see a scarred-faced elderly woman running toward me with a syringe in her hand. I grab her writs and snap it. Then I feel a burning stab in my back shoulder right in my Alpha mark. I look over my shoulder, and Nox is about to pull out the knife and stab me again. I toss the old woman to the ground and punch Nox square in the nose. He stumbles back, and his eyes are watering. It gives me a chance to pull the knife out of my back. As soon as the blade is out, I can feel it start to heal. Wolves heal quickly, but with my enhanced fae healing, this silver was nothi

His slender waist enhanced his manly appeal by emphasizing his V-shaped torso. His muscles were well-defined, and his legs were similarly impressive—long and muscular. His strong, athletic stance was attributed to his powerful calves and thick quads. His legs bore faint scars—a memory of the battles he had fought and a monument to his daring endeavors. Each scar represented a new chapter in his life's chronicle.

Each touch was deliberate, unhurried, a meditation on the shape and texture of her skin. Elif's hands wandered across his back, feeling the muscles shift and flex beneath his skin. She traced the scars there too, the ones she knew and the ones she did not. Some were old, faded to silver threads. Others were newer, pink and raised, still healing from the battles they had fought. "When did you get this one?" she asked, her fingers brushing a scar on his ribs. "Three weeks ago. One of Liesel's creatures." He kissed her neck. "It does not hurt anymore."

A sense of rightness and completion settled in my core. We held each other, panting, for a long while. Both of us spent. I must have dozed because I woke to Lysander tracing his fingertip over my skin. I lifted my arm to see the double crescent shaped mark that had already healed leaving a pale metallic gold scar. My gaze latched onto his chest. The scar there was the same. The golden color shimmered in the moonlight that filtered through the glass ceiling. “It’s beautiful,” I said. “It is.”

"Tell me about them. I want to know the stories behind each scar, the trials you've endured." Liam sighed, his gaze briefly flickering to the scars before returning to Rose's earnest gaze. "Some of the scars are from encounters with dangerous creatures, like the claw mark you were just tracing. That one is from a fierce battle with a monstrous beast deep in the forests of Eldoria. It took all of my strength to overcome it, and the scar serves as a reminder of the victory."

His eyes lit up in understanding and he nodded before he wrote it off. Just then, we heard a knock on the door, I turned toward it but Levi’s eyes remained focused on the file before him. “Yes? Come on in” I called out when I picked up Leila’s scent from behind the door. She walked in and I noticed that her scars from the unfortunate night with Cora still hadn't fully healed, the physician had explained that Leila would heal really slowly because her wolf had also been badly injured so it couldn't speed up her healing and she might even end up with a scar after the healing is complete.