Medusa Piercing Scar Novels & Stories

How I wished Mark wouldn't hang around with that jerk. As I finished my drink I put the glass down and looking in the mirror across from me admired where half of that $500 had gone. I was wearing a sleeveless low cut red blouse and from the tip of my shoulder all the way down to my elbow was an enormous tattoo of the Greek gorgon Medusa. The tattoo had been done in black and emerald green and the coils of her serpentine body wrapped around the inside of my arm as well. I smiled at my reflection; Medusa had taken almost five hours but had been worth every minute and every penny. It goes without saying that my parents were not happy. Mom simply gave me a disgusted head shake and said that I wa

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.

He held my blood in his mouth and gave me his own. My fingers graze the spot and I feel a scar that’s thick and raised. I rush over to the mirror as my jaw drops open. What the hell!? This isn’t a bite mark. Where I’m expecting teeth or puncture wounds, it looks like he branded me. There‘s a scar in the shape of a flower? It was already healed. Demetrius said he marked me. How did he do that with his teeth?

But that didn’t explain why it didn’t hurt… New pale pink scars criss-crossed my chest, arms, shoulders, and legs. Scars, not open wounds. My brow furrowed as I stared down at myself, running my fingers over the healed skin. I remembered the way my ribs had splintered, the torn flap of flesh dangling from my side – I was so focused on myself, so lost to my hazy memories, that I didn’t hear Ares sitting up beside me. “Our Medic is quite talented,” he murmured, reaching out and tracing the scar down my ribs with me.

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.”

Gunner chuckled. Holy shit, this is a lot to take in. I lifted my hospital gown and looked down at my stomach. A small faint scar was sitting just below my ribcage. I gently traced my finger over the pale pink mark, it was completely healed. But why did it scar, all my old scars disappeared. Why hasn’t this one? Gunner grabbed the hem of my gown and gently pulled it back down. I eyed him curiously and he smiled softly at me. “We’ll let you two chat” Roe’s voice startled me. I looked over at her. I had completely forgot that she and Lupus were here too.

He says and I nod my head but look away as Carter holds my hand when the Dr umm’s and are’s as he checks my stomach and I wince as the dressing is removed. “It is looking good. You will have a few scars, but if you wish, I can contact a plastic surgeon to have them removed?” I look at him and I guess he saw the anger in my eyes and he coughed to cover his surprise. “I will not be having plastic surgery. These scars show me the betrayal of my kind and I will wear them proudly as a reminder.” I state as I wince because of my damn throat. He nods and finishes up his checks. “You will be here for a few more days, as you have been out for a while. Can you tell me what you remember?” He says and I

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

There were burns, bullet scars, more knife and claw wounds, and, amid it all, the scar from her surgery. Madison turned and he got a clear view of her back which had the addition of some sort of scarring that looked like a dotted line. Her neck had a stab mark which dragged to the middle of her back. “I’m The Phantom. You can’t do my job without getting hurt. If I thought I left evidence behind, I would burn the place. It took a while before I was good enough to not have to worry. I heal like a demon, but I scar like a human.” She pulled her glamour back on. “I’m able to make myself pretty, so I do. Ready to eat, or did that ruin your appetite?”

~Abella I sit in front of the fire, staring at his wrist. The scars are silvery, precise lines leading up to a point in the centre, the deepest crimson red lingering in a circle under his skin. When I look down at my mark, my flesh almost completely torn to shreds, I can’t imagine how it will eventually form this very specific mark. I can’t imagine even sharing a mark with Noah in the first place.