Scarred Novels & Stories

I penetrated her memory of being used to satisfy a man, and her pain and suffering made me gnash my teeth and clench my fists. She trembled in her flashback, uttering a name that was not her real name, “Scarlet.” I absorbed how she was incredibly fearful of the man who had ripped her innocence from her and transformed her into the person she is today. A person without morals and dignity, as she called herself in her mind. I released my hand from her forehead, breaking the bond.

’ Irving rolled his eyes at me. Everything about her is perfect. Even the scar she tried to cover. Few werewolves have scars. We heal too quickly unless the injury was from silver or laced with wolfsbane. Otherwise, scars from before our first shift will remain with us forever. And to werewolves, scars showed strength. They show that you survived. And my mate is strong and has survived so much.

I open the attachment. I am at a loss for words at with, I see. It's Amelie passed out being carried by Matt. He has slightly pulled back the collar of her shirt, showing a black and bloody scar where her Mate Mark was. This is what a Scarred One looks like. I am horrified that she had to go through that. I'm pissed Matt is holding her. I shouldn't be, but I am. I stop for a second and re-read his report. I look at the time she completed the ritual, around midnight. Her wolf was harmed in the process, and she was bleeding and injured. It was all the things Rose and Daisy said. I closed the attachment and sat back in my chair.

When the third button came undone, and her shirt gaped open, I finally saw her scar. The aftermath of her emergency surgery had left its mark, a vivid testament to the battle she had waged for her life. The once smooth canvas of her skin now bore the aftermath of that struggle, a landscape of vivid purples and angry reds. The scar was a dark jagged reminder of the bullet's cruel entrance. Like a sinister brushstroke on an artist’s canvas, it started just above her left breast, and extended unwaveringly toward her underarm. I reached my hand out and touched the puckered skin where the bullet had almost pierced her heart.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 28😍 . . 🌹Natasha🌹 I could feel Reece anger rising up as he applied the cream on my back. "Do you have other marks just like that?". His voice turning gruff. I made to answer but was interrupted by a phone ringing. That sounds like my phone but I wasn't with it.

There was this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that it was so to cover the scars. Karica turned sideways and patted the space beside her, offering me to lie down and I did. She snuggled closer, hiding away in my huge frame and my arms engulfed her. “I didn't like those scars, I wanted to cover them,” her words came out fragmented. She seemed so small, so fragile and broken to me in that instant. I had failed to realise how much that affected her. Still did. We men wore scars with pride, she must have too if they weren't wrongfully given to her. It was a constant reminder of the pain that was inflicted on her.

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

“Thank you.” “It’s nothing. I have sisters, so I personally know how hard it is to deal with arrogant men.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair. “I wasn’t going to approach, the scar on my neck is far too small for you to find it pretty...so I was going to keep my distance, but when I heard the commotion, I just had to intervene.” “Scar…?” Linessa questioned, she wasn’t exactly seeing one. “Where?” He tilted his head to the side, pointing to a tiny scar that she had failed to notice before. “See…? It’s nothing to be proud of, my brother stabbed me with a boning knife when we were kids. It wouldn’t have left a scar if it wasn’t deep.”

The point was—on that flawless jade-like back was a long, ghastly scar running across it! Raina couldn’t help but gasp. The scar extended from his left shoulder diagonally down his back, nearly spanning its full length. Though it had healed and was clearly an old wound, it still twisted grotesquely across his skin, making one wonder just how severe the injury had been to leave such a mark behind. Just then, Leif said, “Did I scare you?” Raina snapped out of her daze and realized she had been silently staring at his back for quite a while. He had probably misunderstood, thinking the scar had frightened her.

The elevator dings again and I am pulled out of my train of thoughts as I see a very angry mob boss on the other side of these doors. I am completely fucked.