Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

A few Months Ago. Scarlett. Beta David dragged me across the floor by my hair. The pain on my scalp was incredible. My eyes stung with tears. I tried to blink them away; I tried very hard, but they won and started flowing freely. My skin scraped the ground, and the harsh stony sand scraped my bare skin. I wasn't even allowed to mourn my father's death when they were ready to do away with me.

She looked youthful and charming, but the scar on her face had made her feel self-conscious. She was beautiful! Darryl was utterly charmed by her beauty. Olive's beauty would be comparable to Chang Er's if the scar were gone. "Dart!" Olive felt flustered as Darryl stared at her. She lowered her head and muttered, "Why are you staring at me?" Darryl could not help but laugh at how flustered Olive was. He took out the Five Spirit Pill and passed it to her. "Olive, take this medicine and then put on this ointment."

"But Olivia refuses to forgive what she sees as manipulation." I glanced at Oliver again. His jaw was tense, his knuckles white as he gripped his fork. That's when Ivy noticed something that made my blood freeze. "Oliver, what happened to your hand?" she asked, pointing to a distinctive scar on his knuckles. Oliver barely hesitated. "My young niece bit me during a tantrum. Children, you know." But I recognized that mark. The shape, the placement, the way it had healed. I had given him that scar when I bit him during my escape years ago. When he'd found me in that cave, terrified and desperate.

Underground beneath the banter something was shifting,a new power rising built from betrayal and broken pieces,men who rule the dark are watching, because a daring attack like this with so many lives lost is a bold statement. The day was blurry for Scar,she drifted in and out of consciousness, battling her demons. Ethan remained by her side, offering reassurances and comfort when she needed them, cancelling every appointment for the day. “You think you are gorgeous” “Pin her down,mark her face,let's see if she'll still be confident with scars” Scar screamed in pain as they held her down a sharp knife marking her face. “Stop it, please” She screamed. “Lisa, Lisa”

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

Still, he forced a smile and said, "Can we not talk about him?" As he spoke, he brushed his fingers over the scar cutting through the tail of his left eyebrow. After Samantha's last outburst, he had not bothered treating the wound properly. Instead, he had let it scar on purpose. Samantha noticed it as well, a faint blush spreading across her fair cheeks. "When did you get that scar?" Before Oliver could answer, she murmured to herself, "No. This is good. It suits you." Oliver lowered his gaze. "As long as you like it."

She blinked away her tears and looked away, bringing to view her make up coated scar. Olivia's heart stung. Somehow, she felt the woman's pain, but she didn't deserve their hate either. Lady Anna turned to Vulcan, “I don't know why you're insistent on marrying her, I understand she's your mate, but don't forget, she will always be our enemy.” Olivia looked at Vulcan again and she felt her heart ache a bit for him. His scarred back from the night of the run came back into her mind, his calloused and extremely hard exterior. She couldn't help but wonder all he might have gone through.

She had grown into a breathtaking woman, more stunning than even he could have imagined her. And he had done just that. For years after he did what he did, he had kept away from her, while simultaneously fighting the urge to see her again. Curiosity was a painful thing to endure, and he kept wondering what she would look like now, and whether anything would change over the years. Time healed all wounds, and he had hoped that the scar he left on her would have healed by then. Wounds heal, but scars remain with us for life. "Look at you," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "You look even more beautiful than I remember."

My body shook with fear and despair as I approached Olivia's motionless form. I gasped, my mouth agape, unable to comprehend the grotesque scene before me. The acid had melted part of Olivia's face, her beautiful features now twisted and disfigured beyond recognition. Her neck was covered in burn marks, the skin blackened and oozing a putrid liquid. Her uniform was torn and scorched, revealing patches of burnt skin and muscle. My heart plummeted into the abyss of my gut, my stomach churning as I took in the horrifying sight.

He covered her up when he heard a knock on the door, the physician walked in with Alpha Hayden and Beta Ares into Ophelia's room. "Your majesty…" Ares greeted, trying to draw his attention since his facial expression wasn't impressive. He got seated on a sized stool beside Ophelia and gripped her palm, staring at her face while the physician went on with the treatment. "What exactly is wrong with her? She's wincing in pain." Alpha Wymond uttered curiously. The physician turned to him. "This scar was gotten from a sword, and wasn't given a better treatment…so it didn't heal very well."