Scars That Turn White Novels & Stories

“I think so “Lily replied . “Oh God ...nothing must happen to her “ “Nothing will “She assured. ============================= Lily left the next day and Ben started staying with Rissa. It was fun for the couples and Rissa was happy once again . He isn’t letting her go .Never !! Dylan texted Rissa and apologize and she forgave him . She have no reason not to ! Rissa was scared of going for surgery so she continued using her drugs . Ben also goes to the optician everyday and hopefully he will regain his sight soon . TWO MONTH LATER ............... Ben woke up and stretch his hands and legs .He slowly opened his eyes and the first thing he noticed is the white painted wall .His eyes moved to th

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.

She whimpered again. "Stay still while I untangle it" he instructed as he carefully worked on the hair, it was a bit difficult considering the uncomfortable position he was . She watched him work on the button and tried not to whine whenever he pulled her hair, she wanted to give him the credit since he was trying so hard not to hurt her. 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.

Even a flicker of complicated emotion flashed in Scott's eyes. Were they worried about me? I shook my head and immediately dismissed the thought. The first time they forced me to give Nicole blood, they had reacted the same way when they saw how pale my lips were, but they eventually got used to it. Whenever I resisted and refused to donate, Scott would say, "It's just a little blood, and you'll recover after a bowl of chicken soup. Stop being so dramatic." When I went to Devin and showed him my bruised arms from the frequent blood draws, he simply said, "Bruises fade in a few days. You've been doing this for a year now, so how are you still not used to it?"

I look at him properly then. He has changed from the formal clothing he wore earlier. Now he wears only white trousers. His chest is bare. My eyes notice his unmarked neck and feel my wolf rising at the sight; then my eyes find... Scars. So many scars. They cover his chest and shoulders, some thin and pale, others deeper and more pronounced. Silver. I know immediately. The thought makes my heart clench. Silver scars are different. They don't disappear completely. They remain as reminders of the pain that caused them.

She slowly and gently removes the bandages. Sadness makes its way to me when I see my legs. There are ugly and scary scars covering my legs. I shouldn’t have broken the mirror. I regret doing something so ridiculous. Now these scars will be with me forever. “Don’t be sad. They will fade in one or a half week if you apply this cream on them.” Bianca says noticing my sadness and giving me the ointment. I give her a smile. “Now lay down and raise your shirt up.” She speaks. I hesitantly start pulling the shirt up because Luciano is sitting beside me.

— Kaden — I was sitting next to Elaeya’s bed. Her skin tone was a little better, and it was back to its creamy white instead of the previous corpse grey complexion of the last few days. In less than fifteen hours the blight was all gone, the wounds were closing. And though the wizard wasn’t sure if the wound would scar or not—as wounds by Others were a lot worse than your average cuts-when the doctor checked her this morning, he did confirm that if there would be scarring, it would be kept to a minimum. All the bruises that she had sustained from the attack were gone and it seemed her healing speed was reaching the norm for a werewolf.

My hand came up to cover the a narrow angry red scar marring my upper thigh. "What is that mark?" He asked me and I sighed, knowing he wouldn't let it go until I gave him the answer and the truth at that. "It's the mark I got when I felt off the cliff." I told him and he narrowed his eyes. "Why am I just seeing, I did not see it that day?" He asks me and I shrug "you were too distracted that day" I tell him. The doctor had said it would fade to white in time but it would never go away completely. Alder stalked toward me possessively and my breath caught watching him stalk towards me. He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him.

Once my eyes lay on them I could not take them away. A white towel was wrapped around Alpha Logan’s waist. Above the towel, up to his neck, were various scars. His skin seemed to have leeched off, leaving white and red tissue exposed which healed to form his new skin. It went over his shoulders and triceps. My heart dropped. Some of us wore our scars on our skin and some of us had them trapped inside.

“That’s when I got these earrings, which help regulate my yang so that it could weaken my Yin. It worked for a few years before I grew uncontrollable again so I used an old bunker every month for my rampages.” “And your scars are from self-harm?” Misako inquires upon seeing them all over his neck and body. “Yeah, I also had to put ointment on my face so that the scars can heal faster. Even without them, the scars go away. At least until I get new ones.” “Any other side effects.” “Well if you must know, I’d get insanely hungry after the rampages, my hair permanently turned white, and every month, these rampages attack my heart.”