Medusa Piercing Scar Novels & Stories

I managed to hit him viciously in the face before he slammed his palm against my neck, keeping me in place. “This will give me a nice starting spot,” Melanie glanced over my scars, trailing her finger over the last one causing me to shiver in disgust. My previous one was still healing from the extraction, making it more sensitive to the others as she gave it a small push. I shoved her away with a growl rising through my throat. “What are you going to do?” I asked, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Marcus heard it and laughed.

“By then, the same runes from the purification tattoo will be fully imprinted on your body. The Moon Goddess’ power will constantly tear and mend your wounds; it happens faster than it seems, so you won’t notice much on the outside. But don’t think the pain will stop.” She looked at me seriously. “You’ll have to get used to it. And don’t scratch the tattoos. If they’re damaged, all the work will be for nothing.” Even though my scars had already scabbed over, the burning heat under my skin made every breath a little more ragged. “Thank you,” I said softly. I pulled on my clothes and stepped out of the medical room. My parents were waiting just outside. My father sat on the sofa, documents spr

Even my hair, usually a tangled storm, fell in sleek waves, as if the mating had tamed it along with everything else. Inside my skull, silence. Hera, for the first time, was asleep. Curled tight, belly full, purring like a cat in sunlight, she wasn't growling, snarling, or raving as usual. So this was what she needed to calm down? I chuckled in disbelief before glancing back at the mirror, trying to arrange my hair. This time, something entirely different caught my eye. High on the curve where my neck met my shoulder, a crescent moon was branded into my skin. Not a bite, but more like art. Beside the moon was a small letter, an X for....Xeros.

“This is a Caliente one of a kind shirt! Do they have no appreciation how hard it is to get good clothing in my size?” “Here,” Meguitte tore away the shirt. “Pretty embroidery,” she commented as she examined the wound and leaned forward to run her tongue over the leanly muscled smooth skin, soothing the wound into closing. “It will scar,” she said regretfully as she watched the skin heal. “I’ll try again,” she pressed her tongue against her canines and transferred the venom to the wound, using the tip to trace the outline of the scar tissue. Harry smothered a giggle. “Tickles.”

A stab wound split her chest just below the collarbone—deep and raw, the skin torn in a vicious arc. “She’s still breathing,” Harry whispered, leaning closer. Hemingway hovered above them. “Barely.” Harry ran two fingers under her jaw. A pulse—faint, but there. “She needs a healer. Now.” He moved to lift her, but as he slid his arms beneath her shoulders, her hair shifted again. A shimmer caught his eye. His breath stilled. There, just below the edge of her jaw, hidden beneath blood and shadow—was a mark. A silver crescent moon, ringed with tiny stars, inked into her skin like the light of a forgotten constellation.

The ache in my chest pulses as my emotions rise, and I hang my head in my hands, that whiskey calling to me even stronger now. "I can imagine it was a pretty overwhelming thing to discover at what... fourteen?" Mara says quietly. "Why do you smell like her?" Oscar asks. "I can't see a mark, but your scent has changed." I sigh. "Medus just took control, pushed me out, and marked Zanthe. She marked him back." I say it into my knees, but I still hear their sharp intakes of breath. Medus snarls again, battering against the cage I've forced him into.

I replied. Cyrus and I quickly took a shower. He was hungry from not having dinner. When we walked out of the shower I saw the mark had healed. But not like how humans heal, this mark didn’t have holes where my canines went in. It looked like a tattoo of a crescent moon.

Anderson replied softly. "Great, you can leave now," Tessa remarked as Cora turned around, her back to Tessa, who immediately bulged her eyes. "You've got your back..." Tessa grabbed her mouth as she saw the big slice, precisely like Cora's back was marked by a claw as she sat back in the tub. "What?" She enquired. "You have this gigantic scar on your back," Tessa was astonished her voice did not tremble. "Oh, that," Cora said, shrugging.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

And Brian only does that because he loves Kim, and Brian doesn’t want Kim to choose between him and her parents. After a while, Doc Brian removed the bandage and cleaned her wounds. “These scars will take a long time to heal. You just need the ointment I will prescribe to you, and this will be okay,” he informed Mariane. “Thanks, doc.” Mariane looked at herself in the reflection in the mirror. Her face had a long scar under her cheekbone on the right side and a long wound on the left side under her chin. There’s also a small cut in her forehead. Luckily, those stitches are not too visible.