Natsu Scars Novels & Stories

The wound is still here, and I know that it's opening again. I touched the scars on my chest, near my heart. I winced as soon as I felt my scar in my chest. Until no, I still don’t know what really happened, or what caused this wound of mine. School Accident, that's what he told me. I don't know, but I did not believe in him. I was about to go the garden when my phone beeped. … +639********* to Tatiana: Hey. I hope you are doing good. I talked to someone about your condition.

I looked down to see crimson lines marking my skin, thin and deep, like the scratches of a feral animal. “Don’t be afraid,” Nina said, her eyes gleaming with an unsettling hunger. “It’s just a part of our connection. The scars of my past, mingling with your flesh. You’re becoming a part of me.”

Scarlett’s hand transformed, her nails turning into deadly claws. Before I could react, she dug them into my arm, ripping through my skin like a blade. I screamed in agony as fresh blood gushed from the deep gashes. The pain was unbearable. Was this how I was going to die? Tortured and humiliated in front of the entire pack? Half an hour. I had been suffering for half an hour. My body felt numb, the pain too overwhelming to process. And then— Scarlett suddenly stood up, stepping away from me. I was left lying there, broken, bleeding, barely able to breathe. She looked down at me with a satisfied smirk."Now, let’s end this once and for all," she said, her voice dripping with triumph. I barely

he asked. "Throw them?" I smirk, " I'll bring them back to their parents tomorrow," I said. The little girl starts crying, "No! please don't!" the girl cries. The youngest buried his face in Nate's neck while the other boy stay silent, but he looks frightened. "Please don't bring us back! I'm begging," for a young age, the little girl started to beg. "Why?" Nate didn't control himself and asked. "Our dad is trying to sell us! he keeps hurting me and my brothers!" My eyes sharpen, so that's where they get their scars and bruise.

Poppy gently pulls me to a chair. “Such pretty hair,” she mutters as she starts working with it. She is gentle and doesn’t pull on it. She puts my hair into a simple updo bun. It is not slick, but still curly. I like it because it's simple. “Alright, makeup.” She gets in front of me. “I’ll keep it simple and clean. Just enhance your natural beauty.” “Natural beauty? With these scars?” “These are an indication of what you’ve survived. They mean you’re a warrior. I have my own scars, and I never cover them. I wear them with pride because I overcame it all. You should too,” she says.

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

"You feel like you're floating, watching your body shake and cry on the floor... until they cut out half of your stomach." I looked at his suddenly pale face and asked in a soft voice, "How do you think I know all this so well?"

He sounded almost growly, and it was obvious he was having a hard time maintaining control. She rather liked that, but she knew they had to deal with the full extent of her scars first. “You haven’t seen everything.” She licked her lips, which were unexpectedly dry despite the warm, humid air, and she pointed to her chest. He seemed poised to argue with her, but his gaze followed the line of scars down her neck and across her shoulder. They were concentrated mostly on the left side and crept down her chest, particularly marring her left areola and nipple. Part of her right breast was scarred as well, though the nipple remained uninjured. He looked so sad for her, but it didn’t seem to be a l

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

Luca stared at the three girls while he cleaned the burn wound on his arm. The Karainas had hurled fireballs at them from behind the flaming gates, and one dashed right past his elbow. The wound wasn't deep, but he wouldn't stop fussing about it. Scarlett couldn’t tell what he thought of their escape. A tense argument seemed to be going on in his head as he daubed the wound with a yellowish ointment, looked at the girls, shook his head, then sighed, and stared at the girls again.