Legoshi Scars Novels & Stories

Lena’s scars healed wrong. The cuts where she’d removed the marks left raised tissue. Thick. Angry red. They covered her shoulders and arms like a map of pain. She hated looking at them. “They’ll fade,” Mother Elara said, applying salve for the hundredth time. “Give it a year. Maybe two.” “Will they disappear?” “No. But they’ll be less noticeable.” Less noticeable wasn’t the same as gone. Lena started wearing long sleeves even in summer. Avoided the training yard where people could see. Stayed in her room more than she should.

I followed his gaze and looked down, noticing he was staring at the gigantic pinkish scar on my thigh. I pulled my t-shirt dress down, my beast cowering inside my mind. She didn't like talking about that scar. Any other was fine. "It doesn't matter how I got it," I mumbled as I tried to cover it up the best I could. I felt Liam tense from next to me and felt his confusion. When I was assaulted by my Beta, he tore my leg open terribly. It was awful and it bled for hours. It took a whole week to heel and something it still throbbed when I thought about that night.

-You will never touch my son," Lucia threatened as she managed to push the blade deeper, but Velaska between screams managed to land a kick on her rival's knee, breaking it; she screamed and both rolled to opposite sides. Lucia gritted her teeth with her hand on her knee whose kneecap was next to this one and with bones bloody and exposed. Velaska stood up with a muffled groan and in a shrill scream pulled the dagger from her ribs and blood flowed in profusion, the wound miraculously began to heal, but she hadn't reckoned with the scar that would remain - a four-winged angel standing very thin and a halo around it - in flames that slowly went out, leaving a literal firebrand.

She bent down, picked them up, and started putting on her clothes with her back facing Joshua. Her slender waist did not have an ounce of fat. She was so delicate and beautiful that she looked like a statue. When she faced her back toward him, Joshua noticed a thin, long scar on her back. He furrowed his brows slightly. He never noticed that she had a scar like that. “What happened…to your back?” Joshua decided to ask after a long while of hesitation. Luna’s hand paused a little as she buttoned up. The scar on her back was caused by the accident. Because the wound was too deep, even with the best cosmetic surgery, there would still be a long thin scar.

She slowly and gently removes the bandages. Sadness makes its way to me when I see my legs. There are ugly and scary scars covering my legs. I shouldn’t have broken the mirror. I regret doing something so ridiculous. Now these scars will be with me forever. “Don’t be sad. They will fade in one or a half week if you apply this cream on them.” Bianca says noticing my sadness and giving me the ointment. I give her a smile. “Now lay down and raise your shirt up.” She speaks. I hesitantly start pulling the shirt up because Luciano is sitting beside me.

Why would he have those? Lucas: "Do my scars bother you?" Lily: "No." Lucas: "Are you ashamed of them?" Lily: "No!" Lucas: "Do you think I look ugly with these scars?" Lily: "What? No!" Lucas: "Do you think these scars make me look hideous?" Lily: "No!" Lucas: "Then you think I'm still handsome?" Lily: "Of course!" "Then," Lucas' lips curved up into a faint smile. He claimed, "I'm happy to have earned these scars."

I knew that no matter what, it would leave yet another scar on my body. "Hideous… You look absolutely hideous, Meri." I mumbled, glaring at my scarred body in the mirror. The stitched gash and ugly scar on my right thigh were not the only markings on my body. There were others, many of them I learned to ignore over the years but still visible. The ones I have least bothered myself over were the two parallel dots on each wrist. Wounds that I received from Samael when he came to help with my headaches.

The silence after the Scourge disappeared was complete. It was the silence of a tomb, of holding breath for too long and Ash and Liora sat on the cold floor of the cottage, limbs tangled, hearts pounding against each other’s ribs. The only sign of the fight was the faint, silver scar now on the journal’s cover, a lasting mark of their desperate win. Liora’s fingers traced the scar and it was cool, humming with low, held-back energy. “It’s in there,” she whispered, her voice too loud in the quiet. “We didn’t destroy it. We... trapped it.”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

As far as we can, my whole family tried to avoid the media and decided to step out of the spotlight that we have. We thought of touring the resort first. I mean, I thought about touring the resort. Moli didn't come because she said that she would rest first because she came from a photoshoot in Laguna and went straight here to be with us. I walked by the shore, alone, because Jill refused to tour me due to laziness. What nice friends. I was busy kicking the sand when a basketball hit me on the hip. I was overcome with pain and touched the part where the ball hit. Damn! Why the hell would anyone bring a basketball here? On the beach?!