Oliver Stark Scar Novels & Stories

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Scarlet cut her off before she could finish her sentence. “I know what you were gonna say, Olive. No! You can’t return it.” She wave her index finger side to side in front of her face looking at her with eyes in slits and Olivia just shrugged. “I’m tired, these people are so boring, let’s check the ones on your bed.” Scarlet stood up and Olivia did the same. They sat on opposite side of the bed and she picked up her dad’s gift opening it. Inside it was a purple bracelet with a purple lion head pendant, Olivia wasn’t even surprised when she saw the lion’s red eyes, she had seen the image several times.

He had every right to be angry after what they did to him. "Scarlett and her guards were holding them off as I got you away to heal. I don't know their current status." Oliver nodded before flexing his muscles, his claws coming out before receding again as if testing whether he could shift or not. "Your father is out there. He is covered in your blood and is acting as a decoy to give you time to heal." It felt like a sensitive topic, and by the moment of shock on Oliver's face, I was right in thinking so. But then he masked his emotions and pulled himself to his feet.

“I can do that, baby.” Olivia nodded. “I know.” She led him to the bedroom. “You’re the only person in the whole world who can.” **** The next morning, Dallas woke up first. He held Olivia close, looked at her face in the winter morning sun, so calm and peaceful. She’d taken the bandage off her cheek before going to sleep, and he examined the stitched wound closely. He knew that she’d have a scar, and that no matter how much it faded over time, it would always be visible.

“We will be just like them. Carefree and happy. Just us!” The image felt so vivid that it almost hurt. Zylar started whimpering for our mate now. But that prolonged gaze made me notice a strange thing. A scar! There was a faint line, thin, pale, but unmistakable, cutting across Adrian's face. It was like a sharp object had sliced his face in half. The moment Zylar noticed it, she spoke seriously. “Liora, when did this scar appear on Adrian’s face? I haven’t seen it before.”

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

"These burns... if she learns you gave me a healing crystal..." "She won't need it," Marcus said. "An Omega's scars don't matter to the pack." Oliver's laughter echoed from the room - pure and happy, secure in his parents' love.

Olivia shook her head and sat down for a moment. "You see, each of these scars I carry, tells a story. It was burned into me. The person who did this to me, was none other than Yvonne's husband, Mark!" Olivia said. The announcement was like a bomb going of in Warren's head. He remembered just how much fun Mark was having when he was teasing Olivia with all her burned marks. Warren's facial expression started to change and the air around him became restless. Olivia moved closer to him and hugged him. Warren, who was out for blood, cooled down a little bit. He was still shaking with rage, but Olivia was able to let him become a little bit more rational.

and "Don't leave me" Olivia wanted to say something but suddenly felt his fingers creeping into her clothes. "What are you doing?" Ethan rolled over on top of her. He was wearing green pajamas. A few buttons were loose, revealing large parts of his skin. Olivia could see the injury on his chest. It was more severe than she had imagined. The wound had healed, but it left a sprawling scar on his chest. She swallowed the words she had planned to yell and touched the scar. She was sure he would've killed himself if she hadn't cut herself loose.