Precious Scars Destiny 2 Novels & Stories

She was happy with her accomplishment. Sitting back, she let her palm move against his scarred torso. None of his battle wounds made him look less handsome. They only added more glory to his rugged features. Bending down, she kissed each and every scar that she could spot under the sky. She was proud of all the scars that he had on his body because he got most of it while trying to protect her.

She said smiling contentedly despite the changing personas "a fitting end for a tragic god" "You-you are pleased Mistress?!" The cowardly figure asked "Yes!" She said sighing happily "Our bargain is complete and the underworld is yours for the claiming, but first a souvenir for my beloved" She brought out a perfectly manicured hand, from underneath her robes, hands tipped with freakishly long sharp nails "I like to take the brightest things" She said giggling like a small child " Her eyes would do, look at them, one would almost think that they were still alive" She reached down and picked her up as if she weighed nothing more than a simple ragdoll

I never knew was there. Lifting the bandage I saw, her skin was pink, a small scar was on her once unmarked skin I touch it with my fingers as I will the moon goddess's gift to my fingers to remove the scar. A spark tingled to my fingertips, spilling a bright light from my hand as heat entered my mate’s skin. A moment later, I removed my hand smooth unblemished skin greeted my eyes. I did the same with the wound on her abdomen, but I couldn’t remove all the scar tissue. She would have a reminder of that night, no matter what she did. I touch the tiny scar, wishing there was more I could do.

A part of them was positive that this was a trap, but they had already mind-linked the other warriors of the pack. And that was when Destiny picked up the most heavenly scent that she had ever smelled. It was way better than the smell of the food cooked by Liara’s mother. It was a combination of soil after the first rain and lavender. ‘Mate.’ Destiny growled at that scent. Destiny quickly wanted to go near her mate and looked around in search of him, and immediately her eyes met his blood-red eyes. But why was he hidden there? Before she could understand that the warriors who were trying to remove the rock, their heads fell on the ground.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

Jesse responded. The caretaker nodded to both of them before he turned and left. Jesse looked around and indeed everything was real, having to lay down, watching the sea creatures and the water all around was an amazing feeling. she touched the transparent glass a few times and before she could say anything, Trey spoke out, "the glass is indestructible, it's unbreakable...not even a hummer can break it...we can see the sea creatures outside but they can't see us inside. You don't have to worry about the glass shattering as you take your nap" Trey said this playfully which made Jesse giggle

Elmer jerked off the floor when the light touched him. “Stop! Please stop.” Willow pleaded with Aarshon to stop. Aarshon pulled the power back and watched as Willow went to her son. The wound wasn’t healing this time. A scar that looked like a wolf's claw ran the length of his arm. Willow chanted, and a healing light surrounded them. Elmer whimpered as the light found the wounds. They closed, but it didn’t go away; he now had a scar that would never leave him.

As the light faded, a sharp, sudden stingshot throughh thecentrer of my right hand. I pulled my hand back, frowning as I turned my palm upward in the moonlight. Right in the very center of my skin, burned in a faint, stark white, was a perfect, tiny crescent scar. It tingled with a lingering, magical heat. My chest heaved as I stared at it. I was right. This bond wasn't standard. It wasn't just a typical fated alignment. The silver light, the ancient voice she heard, and now this scar left on my flesh—it all meant something profound. Something special.

Below these words informed her of the date of publication which was way back in 1920. When she accidentally touched the minuscule diamond in the farthest corner, her eyes widened. Words were spilling out of the book. She let go of it abruptly, but instead of falling, it hovered in the air, tattered-looking phrases weaving out from it. Not much is known, but scars are way powerful than one can imagine. It is interlinked with deeper magic only the brave ones will dare unravel. It results in both a gift and a curse, depending on how the host will want it.

Hours had passed and we arrived at Frain’s hideout. His stares was different from the one that we saw. His eyes were different, his angers disappeared. Those stare shows sweetness. “I’ve been expecting you, Destiny.” But that didn’t move me. I know how he manipulate his emotions. At that I shouted, “Listen to me, Destiny is not here. I’m not her!” He was surprised. I saw him mouthed feisty. He stood up from his place and slowly he drew his sword. I could hear the tip of it scratching the ground as it makes sparks.