Scars Novels & Stories

His knees felt weak, so he sat on a bench, as to support his quivering legs. “She needs to undergo a bone marrow transplant, ASAP. To replenish the amount of platelets she had lost. Miguel, take care of her. Do not take this lightly, this is a very serious matter. She has a very high risk of bleeding. A small injury can cause both internal and external bleeding. That's why she is covered with bruises. I am going to prescribe some medicines to quicken the healing of her wounds," the doctor explained. He patted the man's shoulder before turning around.

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 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.

Stace asked referring to the cut on my lips The answer to those questions bursted through the doors to the cafeteria and marched towards our table. It was Harry, his face was wrapped with bandages, so was his hands with a few bruises on his legs. Hmmm Jack did a great job reconstructing his face. "You" he yelled pointing at me attracting the attention of the other students in the cafeteria "You think you've won right? You think because this punk that follows you around beat me up that I'm gonna run scared huh? Here's a news flash for you I'm not yet done with you yet, I'm gonna make you regret what you did to me, you'll pay for ruining my face....

It was quiet for a minute before he apparently concluded something as stood back up. “What?” I asked him. “I think I know something that will make that fade faster.” He told. I looked down at the scar before returning my gaze to Nico. “There’s no way to fully get rid of it is there?” Nico shook his head. “No, despite what the medical industry has tried, scars for humans stay there. I could have done something the night it happened to have prevented it from scarring, but I wasn’t thinking straight. Not to mention that Xanders bites are sloppy to begin with.”

I heard a hum of disproval as glanced it over His eyes narrowed a bit as he thought about something. It was quiet for a minute before he came to an apparent conclusion and stood back up. "What?" I asked him. "I think I know something that will make that fade faster." He told. I looked down at the scar before returning my gaze to Nico. "There's no way to fully get rid of it is there?" Nico shook his head. "No, despite what the medical industry has tried, scars for humans stay there. I could have done something the night it happened to have prevented it from scarring, but I wasn't thinking straight."

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

What a beautiful scar indeed. THE END.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

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.