Scars That Turn White Novels & Stories

Ever since Eva ripped and burned my face, I'd had a livid scar that extended from the corner of my right eye down the cheek. Now, though, the tear track scar was a paler shade of pink. The shiny tissue felt softer when I touched it. How had that happened? None of the creams or medicines I'd dared to try had ever worked.

Scarlet: “Beep…Beep...Beep” I heard the sound echoing deep into the forest. “Scarlet” I heard my wolf call. I turned around to face her and saw her massive white figure in front of me. Even on all fours, she towered over me. My wolf was red normally, but somehow now she had become a pure white color. it is probably due to me accepting my identity and recovering my memories. “You’ve changed” I said, in total awe of her beauty.

The bruises around his body has already turn dark purple and in his sleeping form, he shivers, gritting his teeth with sweats darting his forehead. Out of nowhere, a specks of tiny sparkling snowflakes materialized above him. The small dust like ice scattered around him and his wound slowly heals. Nico exhale with relief feeling the pain pulsating in his body subsides. His eyes open slowly and he sat up with a moan. He felt the open wound n his body is slowly closing so he took of the bandage and rub his newly healed body. But when he tries to move his body and stand, he felt a sharp pain throb from his former wound. He pants at the sensation. He started to remember what had happen before he

He turned to walk away,but Lucein caught his shirt from behind,the force tearing the shirt as he turned, sending another punch flying, Lucien fell in his knee still holding onto his shirt. “Who sent you” He asked relentlessly, breathing heavily. “You can have the shirt” Marcus said,as he unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall. Lucein froze as he saw the tattoo covering his backside,an eagle holding a snake in its claws. “I don't know what I'm turning into anymore…..I don't recognize myself” Scar sobbed, still hugging Aria. “It's alright,it's just one step at a time” Aria said soothingly.

They said that I should make a full recovery and that the wolfsbane will cause scars on my back that will never heal thanks to the cuts that the whips made, however the wolfsbane on the rag used as a gag will not cause any scars other than a little one above me lip from the cut there. Wolfsbane will only cause permanent scars if it has been on a cut, if it is on normal skin it will burn but not heal. I was afraid to look at my back and see how horrible it is. I was just happy that the doctors said that I was OK to leave. I was going to have to ask Dax if I could stay with him again as I didn't want to go home to my Mum's house and more importantly I didn't want to leave Dax. I especially don

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.”

Vitani hurriedly placed her hands on Demetrius' wounds and they quickly closed up. Scarlette screeched and flayed, squirming to get away but she couldn't. Her black scales slowly regained colour and the darkness in her eyes rose out of her eyes, revealing white scales covering them. Her scales disappeared and a single red thread streaked her black wavy hair. With Drix still holding me tight, I walked around Demetrius and took Scarlette's tied hands. How do I heal her?

It was a subconscious gesture. However, after looking away for a split second, his gaze was drawn to Cameron's back. "What are those marks on your back? When did you get them?" There were several scars of differing lengths crisscrossed along her back. The healed scars had turned white, indicating their age. Cameron was a pale-skinned woman, and the scars were also white lines. Without the light, they were hardly noticeable. "Oh, those…" She touched her back and said indifferently, "I forgot. I probably got them from being beaten." She dragged out her words, seemingly implying something.

“Let me out. I’ll show them what happens when they mess with a white wolf.” “No,” I whispered internally. “If they find out what I am, it’ll only get worse.” Their laughter rang in my ears as they circled me. Layla delivered another sharp kick to my ribs, the force knocking the air out of my lungs. I gasped, coughing as I felt my ribs snap—only for them to begin healing almost immediately. “Look at her,” Scarlet sneered, crouching down to grab my chin roughly. “She heals so fast. It’s almost… fun.”

Not like the others who had sneered at me, whispered about me, looked at me like I was nothing. Asher’s eyes only held concern. I quickly moved to cover my arms, pressing them into my lap. "You don’t have to look," I whispered, staring at the white sheets beneath me. Before he could respond, Marcus returned with a small white tube. "This will help with the scarring," he said, offering a reassuring smile. Scarring? No cream could erase what had been done. Still, I mumbled, "Thank you." Marcus carefully applied the cream before rolling my sleeves back down.