Natsu Scars Novels & Stories

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

"If Damien is still out there... will he try to find me again?" Elena didn’t lie. "He might. But he won’t win this time. I promise you." Rose looked to Sophie, who held her hand tightly. "Then take him down. For all of us." **** That Night – Elena’s Quarters The room was dimly lit, scattered with evidence boards, encrypted tablets, and scattered documents. Grayson sat in a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, wrapping a fresh bandage around his torso. Elena entered, her eyes catching on the scar that crossed his ribs.

The sky was gray, as it would be in a storm, and the moon had a crimson color to it. Scarlett. My heart thumped. "How dare you hurt us?" A voice echoed strongly, full of rage and hate. My mate's voice. For the first time in years, I cried. Tears trickled down from my eyes to my jaw. I could not hold it in. The moon reflected sparkling lights, even with its crimson state on her. Her appearance had changed. Long silver hair fell past her waist, she wore a white dress that bared her arms, with a high slit that went mid-thigh, gold jewelry adorned her ears, neck, and arms.

The scene shifted, and in my screams, I could vaguely make out Miranda's triumphant smile. "Look, Ryan's willing to break your fingers for me." I woke up from the nightmare, still shaken, drenched in sweat. The truth was, not long after Ryan left that day, Miranda showed up. She mocked my brokenness, ridiculing me for thinking I could stand a chance. "Tsk, so pathetic," Miranda said, lowering her head. Her innocent, beautiful face was now twisted with malice. "Susan, look at you. Your hands are in ruins. How are you even going to perform tomorrow?"

“I’m interested in your face... and everything below it.” She stiffened. “I gave you a choice. You made yours.” I tried to keep my tone light, but I couldn’t mask the tension in my voice. She didn’t respond, just stared at me with something unreadable in her expression. “She’s not like the others,” Blaze whispered in my mind. “Her energy... it’s wild, unbroken. Her scent is like nothing we’ve smelled before. Don’t treat her like the others. Don’t ruin this.” I clenched my jaw, struggling to rein myself in.

The kind that happens when something enters a room that nobody was prepared for. I go still. I don’t look at anyone. I stare at the wall directly in front of me and I breathe, slowly, through my nose, and I feel the air on my back and I know exactly what they can see and I don’t move a single muscle. The scars don’t lie. They never have. They’re not the clean, faded kind that can be explained away as childhood accidents or a medical procedure. They’re the kind that have a story, and the story is ugly, and every woman in this room is currently reading it whether they want to or not.

CHAPTER NINE; Sleep tight — Dalia glared at them and she clenched her hand very hard that she can feel her nails digging in her own flesh, she wasn't even afraid of drawing out blood from it. She gritted her teeth as hard as she can that she can feel them grinding against each other, also not afraid of destroying her perfect set of teeth. Her sharp glare was trailed with them as Leon slowly descends the stairs while carrying her in his arms. She was staring very hard that she might cause a hole in their heads.

"I'll never allow my child to be in the slightest danger!" That made Natalie rather furious. "You do know I can destroy your face, right! You won't be able to seduce men anymore, and everyone who sees your face will be shocked!" Natalie threatened. "Go ahead. My face has been scarred before." She had been scarred by a long, deep cut before. Over the years, she used various expensive ointments to minimize the scars. Gale did not care much about her appearance. Natalie was irritated. "I don't know how any man would be drawn to your trashy character and be so devoted to you!"

Natalie "What do you think you're doing?" Damien asked with an angry look on his face as Denver held his hand firmly. He was unable to free his hand from Denver grip. "You're not allowed to lay a hand on me… on the Luna of the pack," Denver reprimanded him with a fierce look on his face. A soft gasp escaped from my lips, and I stared at Denver in pity and care. I stared at him for a while, signaling him to apologize but he remained adamant.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.