Medusa Piercing Scar Novels & Stories

I replied and smirk. We get inside the car and Steele is the one who drive it back to the town. He take me home and when I got home Lace is no longer there. I walked directly to the bathroom to take a shower. I look at my image naked in the front of a mirror and I noticed the scar cause by that unknown creature in the villa. The scar is way different it seems to look like a tattoo a ancient tattoo that assemble in my neck. I wash my body to take off all the dirt. After taking a bath I headed to the bed I just cover myself with a towel then slowly closing my eyes it hot outside and I feel that I was burning inside.

I looked nothing like my usual self. I couldn't help but blush as I remembered that Casper had seen me this way. My mind drifted to the mark on my neck, and I reached up to touch it. I was surprised to feel that it had already healed. In its place was a tattoo of a full moon, surrounded by a ring of stars. “This is beautiful!” My fingers danced around the mate mark. I adjusted the shirt on my body to give me a full view of my neck, when I saw the series of hickeys on my collarbone, which made me scream.

She said, " Moon has a scar, Musa so are you indirectly saying that I have a scar as well" Musa's heart fluttered when his name rolled out from her mouth . He touched her mole on the chin and said," It's not a scar ". Kiara didn't know whether to answer him or not. She just kept quiet . She was lost in her thoughts completely . Musa hugged her from the back , rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.. Minutes passed and they were standing still .Musa was engrossed in her while she was deeply engrossed in other thoughts ..

Now we were under the fluorescent lighting of the hospital’s suites, and my gaze was fixed firmly on her, tracking every minute change of her condition, I saw it. In the exact same place that Selene had a beauty mark, just below her eye, Aria had a tiny, barely-there scar. I frowned at it. It was silver – old, then – and the length of it was roughly about the length of Selene’s beauty mark. Another coincidence – was it more than that? It had to be. That scar could be from anything…

The mark had done something permanent. She padded across the hardwood floor toward the mirror. Her apartment was dim, lit only by the soft blue LED from her old stereo and the occasional flicker of lightning outside the window. The power was still off. The air conditioning had stopped hours ago. Everything smelled like sweat and incense and ozone. She pulled her shorts down just enough to see it. The mark. A stylized spear piercing a crescent moon, etched in shimmering gold. It pulsed gently beneath her skin like it had always been there, just hidden until now.

His hands pressed flat against my lower back like he was making sure I couldn't change my mind and put distance between us again. I wasn't going to. Not right now. I pulled at his shirt and he helped me get it over his head and I sat back just far enough to look at him. He was all lean muscle and warm skin. My eyes found the scar on his left shoulder blade first, jagged and old, and then the moon tattoo that covered most of it. Dark ink, crescent shape, sitting over the scar like something beautiful adorning a disaster.

He turned and strode out of the lounge, his gait heavy and predatory. Kaelira sat frozen, her wrist still burning where he had touched her. She looked down at the table. In the hard mahogany, where Zayden’s fingers had been, were four deep, scorched indentations. He hadn't just gripped the table. He had nearly crushed it with his bare hands. Kaelira wiped the blood from her finger, she noticed something that made her breath hitch. The small cut wasn't just healing—it was knitting itself back together before her very eyes, leaving behind a faint, silver scar in the shape of a crescent moon.

she asked, trying her best to see without getting in her way. “It looks like a seal,” she said in disbelief, wiping a fresh pool of blood away to reveal the shape of three interlocking crescents carved in Hunter’s flesh. “It is,” Bella whispered. “I don't understand. This has been carved into his skin with silver, it won't ever heal fully,” she said. “Surely someone must have seen this happen, it would've taken time.” “We were all watching the entire time,” Bella said. “There's no way he did this to himself.”

I took the hospital gown which Nicole had thrown over to me and quickly disappeared behind the curtain I had changed behind earlier on, shifting back into my human form, I hissed as I finally felt the effects of the wound. The pain was worse than what I had been feeling in my neck two days' ago and when I looked down at the size of the wound, I knew that I was going to have another scar to add to the collection I was slowly gathering. But at least this one was a real battle wound. Damn silver. I am going to have to have words with the Moon Goddess about that. You do that and perhaps I won't have a hideous scar to show for my idiocy once the would heals.

The straps were thick enough to hid most of the gauge – she hoped no one would ask about it – and the shorts were cool enough for the hot summer days. Andrea watched herself in the mirror, for the first time conscious of how she looked. Her training and capture had left her with permanent scaring. The worst of them a large thick pink scar that ran from her hip to the inside of her knee. It was from one of the first times she had been chained using silver. Her torturer had dipped the chains in wolfsbane and let the metal eat away at her flesh. She hoped no one would link her scars to imprisonment.