Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

Blood-streaked tendrils of hair laid on the top of its gray skull. I stared in horror, my mouth parting at the sight of what stood in front of me. And I thought what I saw at the grey building couldn't get any worst. This was unnerving. It resembled a wolven. A dead wolven that had been woken from death. Somehow, that was worse than seeing something that was half horse. “Don't move Oliver.” I heard Arias say again. My entire being went still, the hair right in front of my face, the only thing moving.

Tears burned the backs of my eyes and I pressed harder against my mouth. Xavier fought like something out of a nightmare. He threw one man through my dresser. Slammed another’s head into the wall so hard the plaster cracked. But there were three of them and only one of him. The largest one produced a syringe. He had a scar running down one side of his face, making him look scarier than the rest. Xavier saw it and his eyes went wide. He fought harder, more desperately, but they had him pinned. “Alpha’s orders,” Scar-face said as he jammed the needle into Xavier’s neck.

Immediately, the sound of metal scraping against bone could be heard. “Ahh!” Oliver’s scream broke through the clouds, making everyone gasp. He quickly staggered back, but lost his balance mid-way, and fell from the air to the ground with a heavy thud. Tears began to flow out of the corner of Oliver’s eyes. He had always prided himself on having never cried from pain, but this time there was no forcing back his tears. He had never felt pain like this; it was as if his soul had been torn apart! His entire body was convulsing. He could not even breathe properly, let alone stand up.

I, despite my injuries, forced myself to remain upright, refusing to show any sign of weakness. As I waited for the soldier to return with a new Beta, my mind raced with thoughts of what could have transpired. The fact that Scarlett had not only escaped my grasp but also managed to gain support from an unknown group of soldiers was a bitter pill to swallow. How had she accomplished this? And more importantly, how could I overcome this unexpected setback? When the soldier returned, he brought with him a tall, muscular man with a determined expression. I recognized him as Oliver, one of the strongest fighters among our ranks. Despite the pain pulsating through my body, I straightened my postur

I confirm. “Well, it would help me to visualize the scar if we can turn him onto his stomach. It’s been found that extra virgin olive oil can be sprayed onto a scar and it will illuminate it in various intensities based on the thickness of scarring. The brightest shade is normal skin, areas that don’t illuminate under the black light are really thick scar tissue and there are levels in between both.” “Cole?” I attempt to include him. “Will it hurt?”

I wave my hand up and down referring to his new self, "Scar. Who knows what you and Olivia have been upto since we left?" He raises his hands in surrender.

He then pressed the burning end against Logan’s face. Logan’s face twisted in pain, but he tried hard not to make a sound. I finally understood why Logan had an ugly scar on his forehead. It must be the price he paid for Ava’s failed leg-lengthening surgery. Ava had died, but he was left with only a scar.

Grabbing the front of her dress I pulled with such force that it tore open and her milky breasts with pebbled tips spilled out. "Ahh!" She cried out. And I heard Oliver knock on the door. "Dad! Are you trying to steal my mate? What's going on?" He demanded from the outside. His voice propelled me back to reality and my eyes fell on a distinctive scar above her pubic line. I instantly knew it was a mark of the C-section. "What's that?" I pointed and her eyes dipped. She was speechless for a second, her heart was pounding and I could clearly hear it.

“Wait" Ann exclaimed suddenly “One of the guys has this exact same scar across his cheek, I don’t know if that helps, but that’s all have got" Ann said handing over the pictures back to Stanley. “thanks, that might help" Stanley looked intently at the scar, it looks like a spider when you look at it closely, though at first glance it’s seems to mean nothing but on a closer look you would see the outline of a spider, Stanley’s eye lit up as he said

Scar asked as he caressed his face with his index finger. "I'm going to make you feel the pain that she feels, after all, it's only fair," Scar spoke, not noticing that Vice had joined him and Jax. Grabbing a scalpel from the table beside the curled up man, Scar grabbed the mans face in a harsh grasp and began cutting intricate designs into his face. The blood trickled down his face as he tried to scream, though, no sound came out. Scar wanted to make the man suffer, he wanted to rip him into pieces, send him to the depths of hell. Moving the scalpel, Scar placed the blade into Myers' mouth and began cutting again. The man tried to cough as metallic liquid filled his mouth but Scar clamped h