Scars Novels & Stories

Her ribcage literally bounced without her knowledge making her clench her hand tightly around her back, she don't want to do something stupid. She has scars marring all over her once flawless body. One ran from her lower rib to her hipbone, it does not look like it would disappear anytime soon. There are little ones that are slowly fading away and the bruises are now dark purple which means they will disappear soon. None of the scars look permanent but it didn't stop her heart from tightening further in her chest. She swallowed again while looking away from the sight that will surely hunt her till forever. She's always loathed a

Flora was contemplating. She was aware that if she let the guide help her apply the sunscreen lotions on her back, he would see the ugly scar she had from a flat iron Lambert had once pressed on her. It had been years, but the scar it left would still be visible. It hurt like hell during those times as she had no one to help her. She couldn't reach the spot with her hands to apply meds on it, so the scar it left was quite noticeable with the shape of a flat iron that the edges of the scar now have fibrous connective tissues. With the healthy pink skin tone that Flora has, the scar was visible and easy to identify what caused the burn.

The scar that ended Vivian Klein completely to leave a broken shell. The scar that is nothing but a painful memory now. . . . . The memory of a lost miracle.

She remembered being told that it wasn’t her fault. She remembered seeing a tall guy standing beside Jace’s grave, his back towards her. He was probably his younger brother whom she never had a chance to meet. She remembered everything. She looked down at the scar on her forearm, there were a few scars on her body that left marks. They reminded her of that horrible night. The one on her forehead was nearly invisible now, but the rest were the same. They didn’t hurt but the memories did, the nightmares did. Her older sister had been her support in all of this, her sister, her parents, Faith, and all her friends.

His blood boiled and his wolf seeked exit. "I believe that there are some creams used for fading scars" Chris said. He wasn't used to treat beings who were not of his kind and werewolves had the ability to heal quickly so there was no need to have any creams like that in his possession. "But it'll take awhile" Chris added, earning a growl of disapproval from Zephyr. He hated to see those scars on her skin and he wanted them gone immediately. "Ah, I know..." Chris started excitedly but paused midway as though he said something he wasn't supposed to say.

She looked out the window in surprise, her eyes gradually showing Shane's appearance from last night. Shane's eyes looked at her, he hid them very well, but from beginning to end, she always felt like she knew him, even if he was worried, he would still have some moves - small, habitual actions, just like Derek. Is there such a coincidence in this world? But why is there no scar on his body? Burns caused by the extremely corrosive substance S404 will leave scars, and the wounds are very difficult to completely erase.

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

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.

I can’t help but ask, as the marks that seemed to be welted on her skin were so visible, and too severe to be ignored. Scar turned to look down at her body before looking right back at me. “Maybe you should worry about yours first,” she says, her hand motioning towards my body. My brows creased tighter. What was she talking about? I thought when I drop my gaze down my stomach and thighs, I let out a gasp. Shocked, I couldn’t move or say anything until Scar broke her silence. “Those are infidelity marks,” she says, and I look up, blinking at her. “They occur when your mate is being unfaithful. More will appear in the future,”

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?