Scars Above Novels & Stories

She always wear the dark blue skirt and suit as her uniform that ultimately matches her white complexion and her blonde hair. "We made some changes today. All Level 12 and above who is still underdeveloped will be under intensive care in the experiment room." I shockingly looked at Ana who is now confused and terrified. No. No way.

Olivia’s forearm is under the sleeve, pressed flushed upon Asher’s bicep, right where she wants it to be, and she starts from the top, her fingers randomly grazing the ragged and puffy skin. Her fingers delicately brush up and down, left and right, mapping out the scar. Scars, Olivia realizes, four of them encasing the upper arm. The pulp of Olivia’s fingers passes by a few dips here and there. Some segments of the scars are smooth and velvety, while others are wrinkled and jagged, signs of poor healing. She visualizes their shape, the pair of crescents they form as they cross each other. Olivia is familiar with the existence of scars, having acquired her own throughout her life but none to

A small plan hatched in her mind and she waits for Khalid to sleep before bringing it to life. After hours of escaping the cave, Eve finally arrived in Dzhimara’s gate. She wore a cloak around her which she borrowed from Khalid after he went into a deep sleep. Going through the blizzard was easy for her but she felt a bit too cool going through the cold wind. Even her body feels weird. When she tries to use her magic, she felt an odd, foreign tingle from the tip of her finger. Her Gift refuse to come out and it made her worried. She also feel a small discomfort of strange scar that magically appeared on her chest, directly between her breast. Another horizontal scar marred the spot near he

he retorted, a hint of confusion tainting his voice. "Well, typically, scars that have been present for over a decade tend to gradually fade due to metabolic processes," Gwyneth replied, recalling the scar she had observed at the hospital. She was certain she hadn't misjudged it. Elizabeth's scar couldn't be more than a few years old at most. Furthermore, burns and scalds affected muscles differently, with scalds generally healing faster.

Each scar held a story—a story of struggle, survival, and triumph. Deep admired these marks, not with regret or sorrow, but with a sense of reverence. They were reminders of his journey—a journey that tested his strength and perseverance. They symbolized moments of challenge and resilience, etched into his skin like chapters in a book. With every faded line, he saw a testament to his body's remarkable ability to heal, a silent declaration of overcoming adversity. These scars were symbols of battles fought and won, of hurdles crossed and lessons learned. They were not just marks on his skin; they were emblems of resilience and courage.

Sadly , the paste have little to no effect on the scars that is left behind. I take my bottom lip between my teeth , and I gentle nibble on it. While doing that , I twist my neck as far to the left as I can do to have a look at the scars on my back. I hear my self whimper as I see my peach cream like skin , decorated with hideous revolting scars that are painted all over my back. It looks so appalling that I doubt I could ever wear a dress that shows my bare back again. I let out a painful sigh , just glad that all that is scarred is my back.

I SURVIVED Don't ever be ashamed of the scars life has left you with. A scars mean a hurt is over and the wound is close. It means you conquered the pain , learned a lesson, grew stronger and move forward. A scar is a tattoo of triumph to be proud of . Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make scars in your life disappear , but you can change the way you see them. You can start seeing your scars as a. Sign of strength and not of pain. ---

“Sit or I'll make you.” I smile, knowing not to test his threat because he would follow through and carefully walk over, trying not to wince in pain as every step felt like I was stepping on glass. Sitting down, Scar kneels in front of me, carefully lifting one of my feet up, takes out a small knife and slices his palm and rubs the blood over my wounds. Using his healing blood magic it soaks into my skin, the cuts and blisters slowly fading away until they disappear completely. Returning my foot back to the soft pale slightly pink color. Picking up the other foot he repeats the process, healing it back to its healthy state. I sigh in relief as the stinging pain subsides until the pain is co

She felt comfortable, protected. -What happened so you could be like this? - Zacarias looked for her temple and kissed her, one of his hands went up her back, passing through her neck and reaching the scar that was hidden behind her hair. He had seen her the first time they had been together and could only think that the recovery must have been painful. It was big, at least it had about 10 deep points, the hair around it had grown to cover it and it was in a strategic area, in the lower part of the head, but even so, a scar for an omega was something that could mark them for a lifetime. After all, her body was essential to her life.

At 3:47 PM, my neck started burning. Not painful at first. Just hot. Feverish. I touched it, and the skin was raised. The scar. My heart hammered. I stood too quickly, chair rolling back. “You okay?” James asked. “Fine. Bathroom.” I walked calmly until the bathroom door closed. Then I ran to the mirror, lifted my hair, and turned. The scar was glowing. Soft, eerie light emanates from the seven carved into my skin. And it was hot. Burning from the inside.