Painted Scars Neva Altaj Novels & Stories

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

She walked a little further, accompanied as usual by the ever fresh breeze, endless scattered leaves, and the tiny pebbles begging to be kicked around. She found herself in a nearby park. The screams and squeals of happy people messing with her headphones. She and June had been there once. They both got their faces painted over and over again and ended up looking like a character from the walking dead. Elena smiled at the memory as it quickly vanished as she almost jumped. She pulled off my headphones turning to see who tapped her. She turned to see Daniel looking as handsome as ever. "Oh Daniel," she panted. "You scared me."

They rounded me again and one of them lunged for me and I dodged it but another one jumped on me from behind and its teeth sunk into my arm. I screamed in pain and I tried to shake it off. I raised the sharp branch I was holding and stuck it in its side. It let out a loud welp and jumped off me, tearing off some skin in the process. I winced in pain as I backed off from them. I couldn't hold up much longer but it was hard to just give up. I needed to live up to my father's mantra. Three of them lunged for me at once and I jumped out of the way but one of them caught me, giving the other a chance to sink their sharp teeth into my skin.

I stepped up as Alpha at twenty years old. Tessa stood up and turned her back towards me. Not saying a word. "Tessa?" I looked at her, had I angered her? Tessa lifted up the back of her shirt, there were multiple scars on her lower back. "The shallow wounds healed but the deeper ones left a scar. I had the little boy in my arms, when it happened. Am I still beautiful to you with scars like these?" her voice was shaky, afraid of what my response would be. I got off my chair, onto my knees behind her. I lifted her shirt up exposing the scars once again. I leaned in and kissed one of the scars. As she gasped I kissed another one.

He didn't look up immediately, leaving Amara standing awkwardly, a pawn awaiting her move. This time, Amara noticed something she hadn't seen in the shadows of their first encounter. As he shifted slightly, turning a page, the light caught the side of his neck, just below his ear, before disappearing beneath his collar. A prominent scar. It was a jagged, uneven line, deep and old, the kind of scar that bespoke a brutal, desperate struggle. It wasn't the thin line above his eyebrow; this was far more significant, almost certainly from a knife or a bullet.

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Tessa’s POV After I was shot by Silas Vale’s rival gang, I dragged myself to his casino, desperate and half‑bleeding out, hoping he’d help me. Instead, I walked straight into Silas as he was hurrying out with his childhood sweetheart, Amy Calloway, in his arms. He barely looked at me, “Get this bloody mess out of my casino. Don’t let my Amy see her—she’s scared of blood.” So I was dumped in the back alley by his men like trash.

Dark scars run from the base of his neck and disappear beneath the duvet trailing down the expanse of his back. "Damn, now I know how he got his name, the Scarred Alpha" I thought. Goosebumps rise along my arms, as I stare at the scars, a sharp sting coiling in my chest. “Are you scared?” His voice cuts through my thoughts, raspy from sleep. I jerk my hand back and clear my throat awkwardly as his cold, grey eyes meet mine. I drop my gaze, the sudden heat on my cheeks burning hot with embarrassment. Damn he's sexy, even when he looks sleepy.

My eyes traveled higher to my exposed neck. The ruined skin on my neck stared back at me. It was red, uneven, and blistered in places even now. A stranger looked out from the mirror. Short ginger-red hair. Haunted brown eyes. The scar that marked the death of Raven Moonshadow. I studied her—me—longer than I usually allowed. The woman I had been was gone.

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"