Novel & Cerita Scars That Turn White

Now I am a threat to her. “No, I want to leave it,” I said, laying back down. “Are you sure?” he said. “Yes, how did you do that, by the way? I thought she could do it because she was a witch,” I said. “Well, demons hate having scars or any beautification on their body because it makes them feel unattractive, so we have the power to clear the scars that bother us,” he said. No wonder Alma is so full of herself. The first day I met her, I low key admired her skin. She has such clear and gorgeous skin and I thought she was beautiful, but obviously she is very rotten to the core.

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.

I am not ashamed of all my scars as some of them I got protecting others. However, I don’t like others seeing them as they then expect an explanation of where they come from and some of them I am embarrassed about as not only were they given to me by Norman, but a werewolf isn’t meant to scar. There are only a few rare occasions when they can, like when one doesn’t always have access to their wolf and then is punished by a whip covered in silver mixed with wolfsbane so that any marks made leave at least a small scar.

Erik scans the treeline. I peel my shirt off to see the wound. The slashes are faint now. Healing faster than they should. Even werewolves don’t heal in less than a day. They haven’t faded completely though, and somehow I don’t think they ever will.

The ointment could reconstruct dead muscle tissue and remove scars. If it were applied, there would be no scarring. After half a day, Whitney jolted awake in terror. She shot up and hissed in pain. Her wounds were not fully healed yet. She was in a completely unfamiliar place. Where was she? Whitney was confused. She looked down at the baggy white shirt that she was wearing. Wasn't this a man's shirt? Where were her clothes?

Hearing Rhoda’s words, Tracy sighed as she forced herself not to overthink anything. Seeing that she had stopped, Rhoda started applying the mixture, which worked as a mask on Tracy’s face. “Do you want a mask on your face only or even your body?” She suddenly asked as she felt that she didn’t have any right to choose for the girl. “Everywhere,” Tracy said, just one word, and Rhoda nodded as she had also thought of it. With the mask doing its work, they would be able to know how long it will take for the body to turn white again and for the scars to fade.

The dream I had was fresh in my head and it was making my hands itch to touch him. “If someone is on to me, I don’t think it’ll be possible for much longer.” Kaleb shrugged, the movement catching my eyes for an entirely different reason. There seemed to be scars on his body…tiny white lines that were so thin that they were almost unnoticeable…but I saw them nonetheless. “What are these?” I came closer to him, looking at the faint white lines all over his body that seemed to be the remains of old scars. They were everywhere! Why didn’t I notice them before? “Why didn’t my blood heal these?”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

The smaller ones, the ones that are more superficial will most likely disappear. The deeper ones, the wider and longer ones could possibly scar for life. Sometimes those don't go away even after the first shift. Now if it was silver, that would definitely be permanent. Thank goodness it doesn't look like he's used silver on him. It leaves a distinct mark. It looks like it has melted the skin where the scar is.... And the reason being, is because it has in a way. It burns, you can smell the skin burning when you touch a werewolf with silver.

You can't take back what you've done. — How do you feel something? the white witch asked looking sideways at my shoulder. I never changed my shirt, so the scarlet spots eloquently reminded me of the injury. It looked intimidating, but in fact, everything was already delayed. Yes, there were still pains, but not as sharp as at first. I didn’t know what kind of medicine Bars had come up with, but it was still worth saying thanks to him. “Fine,” I replied, pulling back the collar to show my friends that the wound had already healed and was not as dangerous as it seemed.