Scarred Novels & Stories

They’re not gone. I can feel them, out there in the wounded dark. The Consensus, a flickering, troubled diamond, its perfect logic still scratching at the unsolvable paradox we fed it, licking its wounds. The Wild Gardener, a tangle of broken thorns and muted fury, coiled back in the chaotic edges, nursing its rage. The escaped concepts, scattered like shrapnel, embedding themselves in the fabric of distant realities, little seeds of future trouble. The Scar… the Scar just is. A quiet, hungry mouth. They are wounded. Humbled. But not defeated. Never defeated.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

I said "Farah what's your problem so you still haven't gotten over that fight you guys had, you know keeping a grudge is a sin and especially to the man you're getting married to , how will you guys live in the same house if You're keeping a grudge against each other hmmm just forget about the past farah what he even did isn't even a big deal sef " Zara said . To be honest me myself I know what he did isn't a big deal but I just can't seem to forget about it every time I think about it , it reminds me of my Father's words

I explained. I touched my side. I have no idea which one of them got me but one of them did. I have a three or four inch scar down my right side now from them. Wolves don’t normally scar and if we do silver is normally involved, but their fucking claws left a scar. I know they did not have silver tipped claws because the wound never burnt like silver would have. I am not sure why the wound scared.

Scar whispers, pulling at his hair and making his way into the bathroom attached to his tiny room, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Scar's hair just wasn't satisfying his urge to feel something. He was disappointed in himself, he was acting like a reckless teenager and the worst of it was he didn't even know how old she was! What if she were a minor? What if Scar was thinking these unholy thoughts about a teenager? Scar clawed at his wrists breaking the skin on them once again. He grunted and moaned out in pain. Scar felt good, it felt good when he felt something - even if that something was pain. Scar could feel the tears running down his face, he had officially lost it... again.

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.

She walked past them, halting in her steps to finish, "or broken ribs." Vantae's expression looked somewhat between smug and impressed. He opened the door for her as she winked, smiling a little. For the first time, he talked directly to her, "Ngl. That was kickass. You don't seem like someone to do that." Scarlet walked side by side with him, grinning but, her insides were bursting. Vantae voice was deep, a surprising contrast to his boyish face. She scratched her left eyebrow where the boy noticed a trace of a stitch. It had divided the very end of her eyebrow with a scar, just like her name. She looked down as she spoke, "This mark had always been on my face. Mom told me that it was there

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.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

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.