Only Scars In Heaven Novels & Stories

“Let’s go get some food. Everyone has been worried about you all day. But before you go, I want you to look in the mirror. He says. I look at him confused, thinking maybe he is trying to tell me I look like crap. We get up, and I walk to the bathroom. I gasp when I look at myself in the mirror, my blue eyes are gone, replaced by two small moons. But it is not all. I run a finger over my neck and shoulder, then I remove my eyes from the mirror and look down at my arms and whatever I can see of my body. I take off the shirt someone, probably Aiden put on me. I gasp again and sob. My scars are gone, and not one single little one is visible. Aiden comes up behind me and smiles softly at me. “The

My hair is in its natural color, the strands fall over my shoulder, covering part of my breasts, my eyes are darker, they no longer look like just amethyst, but a purple agate, and my white skin is covered with scars. Scars that will never heal, because they are the memory that the Gods left me, as if what I had lived and seen would be forgotten. I am not a person who cares about scars, since I was a child I have carried them, but these... I hate them. They are not things I can be proud of. They weren't made for defending a loved one. They weren't made on an honorable battlefield... They are just petty and if you look closely you can see that they are divine souvenirs, just another way to le

He is a living deity of beauty. “Your scars will never scare me. I have scars too, and all the scars have a story to tell the world, and all I want to know is yours.” He said it, and I was shocked. Now I am seeing the darkness behind the beauty I was seeing earlier. His body was well built but covered with scars. What!!

I opened the door slowly, the infinite darkness seemed to end when falling on his face, Startlight Astra- the ultimate light source of Hell, Heaven and Earth splitting into hues while dancing on his smooth skin. He was sleeping calmly ,the soft voice of the pitter patter of my feet didn't seem to bother him but a cease in his brow sang a tale- he wasn't calm...he was in pain. His shirtless chest sculpted with the essence of masculinity rose and fell as he breathed deeply. But what bothered me the most were the burn scars littered on his body because of me. Several tears escape my eyes as I made my way to his bed. That day in heat I had felt loved, soothed, healed. He took all my anguish givi

You’ve got to be kidding me. Seconds, seconds, seconds. Tic. Tic. Tic. Go. Scars took a deep breath and shot to his feet, paused long enough to cover Keira more securely with the damp shirt, then ran back through the now-blazing office. Through the main tattoo work space, where jagged, burning pieces of ceiling were falling like snow, setting the lower legs of his jeans aflame. He hunched his whole body and gathered Keira to his chest as he ran, feeling chunks of wood and plaster hit his broad back, fire burning through his shirt, searing his skin, but he barely felt it and he didn’t slow, not even a little bit. Scars just nailed his eyes on a tiny sliver of bright blue sky that he saw thirt

Or simply the quiet joy of being alive. "Let me see you," she said, reaching for his shirt. He allowed her to undress him, his body emerging from the layers of leather and wool. The scars on his chest caught the light, silver lines on bronze skin. She traced them with her fingers, each one a story, each one a battle survived. He shivered beneath her touch. "You are beautiful," she said. "I am scarred." "So am I." She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Scars are not ugly. They are proof that we did not break."

“She was with me the whole time.” Lyra sneered. “Convenient.” Damon’s gaze moved to my neck, eyeing the fresh bandage I had put on after the window broke. “Show them,” he said. My stomach dropped. I felt Kade tense beside me. I slowly reached up and untied the scarf. The bandage came away. The scars were angry red, the faint silver teeth marks barely visible underneath. Gasps rippled through the hall. Damon stared. His jaw flexed.

Mom, late dad and the entire pack will regret picking him over me. They'll view me their alpha and suffer under my rule. They'll plead for mercy. A hero. A hero never to arrive. I'll enslave them. They'll serve me. I'll penetrate deep scars on their spines. Scars incurable by our enhanced healing. The scars will be seen by their lineage and generations. They'll remember the scars in their after life and next world. A reminder scar to always pick Drake dark over his spouse, opponent or contestant. A scar which reminds them of their wrong decision.

Her full attention was on the scars on his chest. 'What is this? I thought the scars would also fade away due to his healing ability.' She stepped closer and raised her hand, caressing a long lash mark on his chest with her fingertips besides it was a very small and faint scar. Her pupils dilated when she realized his full body was filled with those small scars. This means the scar remains. The harshest ones are the most prominent. Her jaw twitched as she slowly looked up at him with fury dancing in her green orbs. He on the other hand was completely mesmerized by her beauty. She was so close, he thought he would faint. The look in his eyes was downright different from hers.

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.