Scars That Turn White Novels & Stories

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

"Don't be busy. I have something to discuss with you." Elisa White asked, "what's up?" "It seems that we haven't talked about your life experience. I want to hear your opinion." Elisa White almost knocked over the iodine bottle after hearing the speech. Sitting next to William, she repeated, "William, lie down. I'll deal with the injury at your back." William glanced at her and fell on the bed. Elisa White carefully rubbed the wound with iodine and applied trauma medicine again. This trauma medicine is specially made by he family. It can remove scars and beautify without leaving scars on the body.

I smile. “Are you ok darling?” My Mum asks. “Yes! I’ve never felt better!” I growl. I continue to the shower room. I walk in and stand in front of the mirror. My Mum, Dad and doctor stand in the doorway behind me. “It will take some getting used to Killian, you’re lucky you had that mask on or you wouldn’t have any skin.” My Mum explains. “I’m… I’m… WHITE!” I screamed. “Killian. We can do things to improve that. It is due to the white plastic melting into your skin. It has caused a chemical pigment change to your scarring.” The doctor explains.

But Nina had never mentioned it. Because Nina had been in the lab with Wilfred and he was also being groomed as a test subject so he had access to many drugs and treatments. He had an extraordinary talent for handling these substances. As a result, Nina's burn scar gradually faded, eventually forming a white spot that was barely noticeable unless you looked closely. Nina was speechless. It felt as if something was stuck in her throat, making it hard to breathe. The circular white scar, which she had always thought was a birthmark, now had a clear origin.

Silver burn scars crisscrossed the skin there—evidence of my attempts to end my suffering in the containment facility. "Did you suffer there?" he asked softly, his fingers lightly tracing the scars. The unexpected tenderness in his touch made my legs give out. I sank to the floor, my wolf whimpering as I kept my eyes fixed on the ground. "Suffering is relative," I whispered. "Inside or outside those walls... it's all different levels of the same hell." James crouched beside me, his wolf's dominance carefully controlled. "These scars," he said, gesturing to my wrists. "They can be removed with specialized pack healing treatments."

Willa suddenly yelped, frozen in shock. Oops. I sighed with a chuckle. Willa's eyes trailed down my body, following my hand. I was about to laugh at her when she tilted his head and fixed her eyes on my back. She noticed my scar. I had a two inches long scar under my left shoulder blade. Werewolves normally wouldn't have scars on their bodies. Unless their wolf couldn't heal them with soul power in time, leaving them to heal in the human way. The human way leaves scars.

he asked, drawing his brows together. I shook my head, sighing “no, just the memory gives me creepy crawlies.” I laid my hand on top of his that was still lingering on the scars. Usually, a werewolf would heal completely, leaving no scars, but because of the nature of the injury being so deep - accompanied by the infection and the silver claw tip sticking in my bone, I considered myself lucky.

Huh? She was officially confused. Dr. Kara made sense. She knew this, but she also knew that such coincidences could not possibly exist. It was already too coincidental that they shared a name. She knew that she didn't need to look up Livian Dumont. The search results would only make her feel worse. Instead, she sucked in a breath and looked at the middle-aged woman who was watching her words sink in. "How long does it take for a scar to completely heal?" Dr. Kara didn't look surprised. "The deepest scars don't usually heal completely. The skin on them might remain lighter in comparison to the surrounding skin even after decades. But then again, it depends on how well one takes care of their

My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot.

I absentmindedly cussed out loudly. I turned her over and discovered that a huge fraction of the scars were gone too. How was this even possible?! Just a while ago in the tub, almost every part of her body had been covered in scars. "What the hell is happening?!" Black yelled when he also noticed how the scars kept healing and disappearing right before our eyes.