Scars That Turn White Novels & Stories

he half smiled and left the bathroom. Ugh, what is wrong with me! Asking him to join me in the shower, could I be any more slutty. It’s like all logic and morals are out the door when he is around. He just drives me so damn crazy. I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around me. I looked at myself in the mirror. My eye was basically back to the right colour, with just a small dark pink patch remaining on my eyelid. The burns on my neck were nearly gone. There were still some patches of discolouration and some spots that looked like small round scars, but the skin itself was healed. I turned slightly to look at the slashes on my back, they were all gone too, not eve

"No way! Natalie's the one who sold her kidney," Evelyn snapped, shoving Natalie aside to inspect me. "She has lost a kidney," the leader confirmed. "Taking the other would kill her." Just as Evelyn's hand reached for me, Natalie cried out and collapsed, revealing a prominent scar on her abdomen. "Go ahead and take her to the hospital. She is faking to win your love." Evelyn flinched, rushing back to check Natalie's scar. "I almost fell for her trick. Don't worry. I'm taking you to the hospital now."

Especially Claire. I looked into the mirror and zeroed in on the white mark on my neck. My light skin nearly drowned out the stark white mark, but it was still visible against the creamy skin on my neck. The white mark spread from the front to back of my neck just where my shoulder and neck connect. The white lines are long and all connect together, but it was still hazardous enough to obviously a scar.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

He was struggling to say more. “Is there something else you wanna say?” He looked at me. “I don't know. Should I say it?” “Go ahead.” “Well,” he adjusted in his seat, intertwining his fingers. “I noticed something kinda weird about her.” “What is it?” “She…doesn't have scars.” He dropped, like it should have a big impact. But I didn't even flinch. Why was this a big deal? “Isn’t that what happens when you morph into your wolf form when you're injured and your wolf clears up your wounds. The damn traditional way?”

I question as she shows me a feeble smile. I seize one of her wrists, moving it from her intimate area as she tries to fight me from seeing her skin. I can see why. Deep pink and white scars mar her inner thigh. She finally surrenders and I see what caused these. Claw marks forcing her legs apart. I kiss and lick each one as my wolf presses forward, releasing some of our healing into the saliva. It won’t remove the memories or the pain, but at least she doesn’t have the constant reminder etched on her flesh. I see the mark fade as I repeat on each single scar that covers her thighs.

Frowning, she muttered, "What the...?" After rinsing, she sat on the edge of the tub and curled up to examine her body more closely. She saw the usual scars from the rogue who had taken the Moonlight Stone from her, but instead of white marks, a gray color had replaced them. Around her middle, jagged carved lines appeared above her chest.

“I don’t understand. What scar?” He wordlessly took off his shirt and turned his back to me. Scars of various sizes made themselves home on his back alongside fresh wounds that were still being treated. I didn’t get it. Why didn’t they heal off? He was a demigod. They ought to have healed. What was the matter?

They’re taking us somewhere first, and then after that they’ll probably kill us. “Wake the fuck up Rhys.” If he’s listening he’s not making any signs that he is. His eyes are still shut, he’s in the bent position I was in a while ago, and his hair is falling over his head. My eyes snag on the scar at the base of his neck and I trace it up into his shirt. It’s a silver white line, and it doesn’t look as bad as some scars that i have, but i’ve seen silver white lines like this before, on one person with silver white hair and silver white eyes.

"Because I'm here to heal you..." Suddenly, the scar on my arm glowed. It glowed in cool blue. With that, Iram's scar also glowed the same color on his eyebrow. Iram shouted in pain. He immediately held his face where the scar marred his eyebrows. "W-what's happening?" I asked. "It's burning!" He protested in pain. As it was beginning to hurt him, the gash on my back slowly healed in no time. Everyone gasped as they witnessed that phenomenon.