Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

He left the heavy smell of mint and dark sadness behind him. Oliver slowly walked out of the big front doors of the villa. He almost fell down the stone steps. A dirty, old car drove up the road very fast. It stopped right in front of the villa with a loud screech. The car door opened. Scarlett jumped out. She ran to Oliver and caught his weak body before he hit the ground. She held him tightly. She glared up at the closed windows on the second floor of the big house. Her eyes were full of pure, burning hate.

"Would you like to return abroad with me? Let’s go back to Grandfather’s estate. You could resume your studies and transform your body into something beautiful and alluring while there." "Very well! I shall go to Grandfather’s house, and I shall work to slim down so I look beautiful. Look at my body—like this, it’s unpleasant to the eye. And my face, with its burn scars, is so hideous it disgusts people." Olivia touched the scars on her face from three years ago. "I’ll make the arrangements. If you wish to take revenge on those who belittled and betrayed you, then you must have strong determination. I can help you with my money," said Oscar.

Oly: He's been trying to save hybrids and it'd make sense he wants to if he's one Oly: Plus, you didn't see him Mia: See him fight? Oly: No not that Oly: He has Oly: He has a lot of scars Oly: And by a lot, I mean everywhere Oly: And not just from knife cuts, he has bites and claw marks Oly: this is what I find the strangest Oly: How would he have gotten those scars? Mia: He must have gotten them while saving those hybrids? Mia: that doesn't really make sense though actually, they work carefully from what Walter told me

“Something’s wrong. There’s something inside him.” Olivia’s stomach clenched. “Can you get it out?” Caroline shook her head, frustration flashing in her eyes. “It’s buried deep. I don’t know what they did to him, but whatever it is—it’s not leaving willingly.” Ralph exhaled sharply. “Then we take him back to the pack. Figure it out there.” Maya helped Oliver to his feet, though he was barely able to stand on his own. His hands trembled, his breaths uneven. His eyes—once a clear hazel—were darkened, shadowed.

Unafraid. She hated how he called her little omega, but she was delighted to see the scar on his face, which she had given him twelve years ago. Freya didn't look at his scar at the ball because she didn't want to offend him. That night, she had a motive, but tonight she could stare at her handiwork. It was beautiful. The vertical scar began from the middle of his cheek, covering his eyelid and cutting through his thick black brow before ending in the middle of his forehead. It was a miracle that his eye was safe. If the dagger had pierced his skin slightly deeper, he might've lost his eye for good.

She snapped. Oliver placed both hands at either side of him, pulling himself upwards. He felt the muscles of his back protest, but he ignored it. He looked at his mom pointedly. "I wouldn't choke myself just for the fun of it. I'm not crazy, no matter how gifted I am. I'm telling you that Scarlett is in danger and we must save her," He choked out. Shoving his dad out of the way, Skyler walked out of them. Oliver couldn't under why she was this stubborn. Yes, it was true that they were strange, and obviously not the type of children she had imagined, but it was getting too much now.

I stuttered, my voice faltering. "Do you know how I got this scar?" he interrupted, raising a hand to point at his face. I tore my gaze away from his exposed chest and met his eyes. They appeared vacant, but his lips had tightened into a stern line. Most of the time, I never really noticed the scar on his face. Perhaps it was because I always averted my gaze from his cold, angry expression. However, when he suddenly drew attention to his scar by pointing at it, my eyes were fixed upon it. The scar stretched from his right eyebrow down to his chin, a deep, puckered slash.

On his back I dropped everything that I was doing and started to walk towards him… This couldn't be resll… I hesitated to touch his skin but then I just had to, it was still there nothing changed… The Oliver I had known had a huge scar of iron on his back where he had fallen onlvet on hot rod cause his great-grandfather was a blacksmith.. And that scar was in his back every day and now it was that scar I was staring back at… “Oliver!” I whispered as my hands ran through the scar.. “Do you believe me now?”. It all made sense why the portraits felt like home.. My parents had paid for his sister's surgery after I refused to eat for several days because of him…

‘No, Scar! Don’t close your eyes!’ Ulva’s voice echoed urgently in Scarlett’s mind, causing her to groan in response to yet another punishing blow. She felt another hit, and her body burnt in pain. But then, a primal growl erupted from the depths of Scarlett’s being, signaling a profound shift within her. In a dramatic twist, her eyes burst open, ablaze with an orange inferno adorned with a silver sparkle. Like a fierce storm, she unleashed a rapid and calculated punch, feeling a satisfying connection before the air filled with a sharp grunt.

"You may have prepared, but have you ever actually done it yourself?" Scarlett raised her chin defiantly. "I may be young, but I'm not inexperienced. I learned some stuff while I was in Europe." Without warning, Romero's hand shot out and grabbed hold of Scarlett's right hand, pulling her towards him until their lips were almost touching. Scarlett struggled against him, but he held her firmly in place.