Scars Novels & Stories

“There are scars. Deep ones. I don’t want them there.” Lucien’s hand tightened on the back of my chair, but he stayed silent. “Scars can be resurfaced,” Dr. Moreau said softly. “Lasers, grafts, sometimes even resection. It depends how deep.” “They’re deep.” My voice cracked before I could stop it. “They’re ugly. They’re stupid and I don’t want them.” “Then we’ll remove them.” She didn’t hesitate, didn’t pity me. Just a simple fact, and something in my chest eased.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are

A massive wolf stepped into the clearing, black fur matted, its eyes wild with something inhuman. A corrupted creature. The rogue. It stood still, watching me, as if amused by the look on my face. Its scent hit me like a wall. Rotting magic, ancient decay. It was death incarnate.

He unbuttons his black leather tunic and shoves the heavy material aside, exposing his bare chest. Zanele’s laughter dies instantly in her throat. Her eyes widen in absolute horror. Stretching from his left shoulder, down across his ribs, and carving deep into his abdomen was a horrifying, raised scar of blackened flesh—the permanent, unhealable mark of a Bloodmoon Fire penalty, where the skin had been burned straight to the bone.

The sixth time photos of him cheating surfaced, Leander Prescott snatched the knife from my hand and brought it down hard. Stroke by stroke, he carved the name "Seraphina Vale" into his thigh. "Happy now? Can you leave Celeste alone?" I stood frozen, staring at him as if I suddenly didn't recognize the man in front of me. For ten years, we had tortured each other over Leander's infidelity. Every time he crossed the line, I carved my name into his flesh. Wrist-cutting, kidnapping, even hanging Celeste Waverly from a helicopter to threaten her—every scar on his body had a bloody story behind it. He had never been this calm. … Seeing the confusion in my eyes, a flicker of tenderness pa

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I don't know if I should call it that. "The wounds will be healed in two to three days, but for the scars, there's nothing much we can do about it." One of the nurses spoke up. "For the scars to fully heal, she would have to go for a laser therapy. " "What's that? " Florence asked. The black-haired nurse spoke this time. "It's the use of high-energy light to break down scar tissue, stimulating collagen production and improving skin texture. It's effective for..." Florence interrupted "Spare me all the medical bullshit. How much does it cost?"

And one of those pieces was now etched into my skin. A faint scar on my palm—a small, stubborn wound that refused to heal. I’d gotten it during that fateful scuffle with Diantha. It should’ve closed within hours. Days, at most. But weeks later, it still throbbed now and then. Not bleeding, but not healing either. And that wasn't normal. Not for a werewolf. We don’t scar. Not easily. Our bodies stitch back together faster than most magic can damage us. So how had such a shallow injury lingered this long?

Zara burst into tears and covers her face. “I can’t do this anymore. It’s horrible. It hurts so much. Please. I need to be alone.” Ariadne tries to calm her but Zara continues to cry and seeing how traumatized and wrecked she was, everyone left her alone. Ari turn back to look at her to make sure that she was alright but she knew the scar inhabiting her physical and mental form would takes time to heal. At least if she wants some time to be alone, then why not.

N O T E A scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is private. It is an implication of what lies beneath and within. Complete scar removal is not possible, but most scars will gradually fade over time. Scars are a natural part of the healing process. Most will fade although they never completely disappear. At times, emotions and memories are stored so well that they can’t be recalled on command. Alternately, the psyche veils itself with trauma that has left its mark and overcompensates to dissociate from trauma. The scar is a container and a