Scars Novels & Stories

“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

The firelight dances over our faces, showing the deep feeling in our eyes. “I need you to know something, Xander,” I begin nervously, clutching a small charm that has been with me through many problems. “Every scar on my skin, every wound, it tells a story—a story of pain, loss, and sometimes, hope. But I fear that some of these scars... they might break us apart if we allow them.” Xander’s eyes soften, and he takes my hand in his. “Aria, those scars are proof of your survival. They are signs that you’ve survived pain and still stand here, stronger than ever. They don’t define you...they improve you.”

Cassian replied, "Madiora enchantments are a set of mystic arts that are extremely profound. They can be used to achieve all kinds of wondrous results. People who are unfamiliar with them may think of them as old superstitions, but those with a true understanding consider them miracle cures." "Can it really be used to remove my scar completely?" Serena checked. "It can," Cassian answered with conviction. One of the charms listed in the Compendium of Madiora Charms and Spells was the Scar Removal Charm. Once used, it would be able to remove all types of scars in next to no time, restoring the skin to perfection. "How long will it take to remove my scar?" Serena

"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."

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

It was very fun. Entering my tent, I sat on the folding bed, grabbing the ointment that Nora uses for my wounds. They are almost healed, and some are already beginning to turn into scars. Scarring is feared by many women in our world. They believe that a beautiful woman must have flawless skin and a small face. I only qualify at the latter. I don't even know if that's a good thing because I honestly think it only makes me look like a skull head. I unlaced the bathrobe that I was wearing to reveal the huge scar on my stomach. I gently put the ointment on important parts, making sure that I don't leave anything behind.

My breath caught. Low on my abdomen, just above the bone, a thin horizontal scar ran from hip to hip. Pale pink. Neat. Healed enough that it had stopped looking angry, but not so old that it had faded into the skin around it. Above it, faint silvery lines curved across my stomach like water marks left by a tide. I stared. My hand rose on its own and touched the scar. The skin was smooth there, a little numb, and a strange, hollow ache bloomed behind my ribs the second my fingers made contact.

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