Natsu Scars Novels & Stories

She shot him a glare and stepping forward, dragged her finger along the woman's arm before moving back. “Happy?” She growled. Zidane smiled coldly, his eyes fixed on the woman's skin, watching as the marks he made in her neck began healing but the thin scratch Scarlett made did not heal. His eyes grew more manic, his mind poisoned with all the possibilities of having such an ability at his disposal.

He turned to walk away,but Lucein caught his shirt from behind,the force tearing the shirt as he turned, sending another punch flying, Lucien fell in his knee still holding onto his shirt. “Who sent you” He asked relentlessly, breathing heavily. “You can have the shirt” Marcus said,as he unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall. Lucein froze as he saw the tattoo covering his backside,an eagle holding a snake in its claws. “I don't know what I'm turning into anymore…..I don't recognize myself” Scar sobbed, still hugging Aria. “It's alright,it's just one step at a time” Aria said soothingly.

Everyone would know in one look that it was more likely to be a cut. She shook her head and made excuses. “That stitch wound is very ugly. I don’t want you to see my body in that condition,” she said. Dante suddenly grabbed her chin. “I even let you see the scars on my body. Why are you so shy, darling?” His tone sounded sarcastic. Natalie took hold of Dante’s hand and pulled it free. She looked at him bitterly. “There are many beautiful women out there who have beautiful, sexy, smooth bodies without any scars. If you see my disability, I’m afraid you won’t like me anymore.”

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.

J. He was about to move, when a sudden an intense aura errupted. Nathan's head whip to where the two being was. There, the two standing on their feet while their eyes fixed to a menacing glare towards him. But what surprised Nathan are the marking on their face. The mark of Scarke Triad. Yes, he remembered back then, when they are journeying back to Mavis, they met three persons who let out thesame marks as these two. Now their marks are out, these could means a burst of their magical power, which infact Nathan's right after all. But there's more, their wounds regenerated in such extreme speed.

she wondered. I glanced to my side, front, and back and saw no one. Normally, I'd respond with sarcasm, but because I see Natasha trying to be nice, being snarky would be inappropriate. So, I nodded. Natasha's face returned to normal; there was no wound, much alone scar. Well, she-wolves' scars do not last as long as men's. Just like the scars on my stomach and back from Kairo's whipping, they were all gone now.

as she wore it. Gasps "What in the world! How's he still moving!" the girl thought as she saw the scars of Natsu's battle on his body which was still fresh. "Come help me get them out of this cocoon" Natsu said as he went close to the one with the mark and squatted to open it. "Oh okay" the girl said as she went towards him and thought, "Doesn't he have any emotions, a guy is meant to act embarrassed when they see a girl like that"

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

I gripped Hunter’s hand tighter to deal with the pain. “Zelda I can’t feel my fingers.” Hunter informed me. “Sorry babe.” “Um...Zelda...the scars won’t go away. I could only close them up.” Posy said in a small voice. I looked down at my arm and sure enough the cuts were closed, but the scarring was there. It was like I would be forced to be reminded of what happened. “Why not?” I asked. “Well I think the blade might have been enchanted. Even my magic can’t heal these.” She sighed.

It was Lani's shop. Scar felt his heart clench is anger as he realised the bastard hadn't hurt Lani physically, it had all been mental. That tattoo parlour was her everything, Scar knew it just like everyone else did and that was why he needed to find her - quickly. He knew more than anyone that mental wounds were much more painful than the ones that can be seen, he had to try and help her. The sky was dark as the ash danced around the club, the only light was the blaze of orange and red from the mighty fire, the glow left an eerie atmosphere that lingered around the lot. After a few more seconds of scanning the area, Scar found the little one with a careful eye.