Novel & Cerita Scratch Marks

Long, savage marks gouged into the wood, four of them, straight down like someone had raked their hand—no, their claws, across the surface. And beneath it, scrawled with precision and fury: ‘MINE’

he shrugged. “Why?” she asked annoyed by her excessive nosiness. “Well...... I'm not sure if you will understand but when I hold a paper the words don't seem to focus...and I have to work harder in placing them"he shrugged. "Have you considered getting a spectacle?"she asked.

We followed the sound to the far edge of the field where the oldest practice dummies stood — reinforced stone and wood constructs etched with pack markings. Or what used to be pack markings. The dummy lay shredded. Not smashed. Not broken. Torn apart. Deep claw marks gouged through reinforced stone. Wood splintered outward as if ripped by something that knew exactly where to strike. And carved into the chest, precise and deliberate, was a symbol burned into the surface. Blackridge. Not defaced. Claimed. Silence fell heavy around us. Liora crouched beside it, fingers hovering just above the markings. “This wasn’t rage,” she said quietly. “This was demonstration.”

A murmur rippled through the pack. Even I felt it when she pulled out the scroll. The scroll was old and far older than anything that could have been made in my time. The surface was worn out, and it had ancient markings etched into it. These markings were Moonblessed inscriptions, and they were not something that was easily forged. The woman lifted her gaze to Damien.

Calantha worried, she said "Then I just leave it like this, don’t I?" Mary comforted, “Don't worry. Wait for another month and the signs will disappear completely. S-rank alphas can store temporary marks for up to a month, but low-grade alphas' marks only last for a maximum of half a month. I don't know if it's lucky or unlucky. And if you want to cover it, it's simple. In this era, science and technology have advanced. You just need to stick the patch, spray the antiperspirant on the Pheromones, then put on your incense bag and then you can go to work as usual. And be careful , okay."

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.

The door shuts, muting out Ahren’s voice. Mama looks at me. “What happened, Kat? You look pale.” “The darkness is within him still.” “How do you-” Mama begins. “A scratch I made hasn’t healed…” I murmur. “As we feared.” Raihana sighs. “So, the marking didn’t completely dispel it,” Royce muses. “Are we all not going to ask how that scratch was made?” Skyla adds slyly. “I mean, we all knew you two were in the shower…”

Causing her to wake up and screen but her screams are muffled by the pillow she is trying hard to steps away from her as she throwing her hands and legs in a panic state. I got my answer that from where I got these scratch marks on my arms it's Sabrina, she did this when shadow didn’t let her go after tried so hard she starts scratching my arms as digging her nails painful In my flash drawing out blood but Shadow is Shadow, after all, she is laughing as feeling pain, not even a bit losing her grip on her.

As if he had tried to hold onto life. My eyes moved upward and then froze. Scratch marks. Right on his neck. They were thin, curved lines. They looked angry. They broke the skin. My heart thumped hard. Then harder. I blinked. I stepped closer. I held my breath. They looked like fingernail marks. Human fingernail marks. A slow shiver ran through me. I pulled back from the desk. A slow breath left my lungs. The silence wrapped around me like a tight, heavy cloak. I stared at the scratches. I traced them with my eyes. My pulse hammered harder with every second.

"Are you well?" "It would have been better if you hadn't made me come here." "Take that ball and come back at once!", his voice turns arrogant again. "You're already pissing me off!" When I go to respond to your affront, I have my attention stolen by a tree. The tree was littered with marks, but the ones that gave me the creeps were the most recent ones. They were thick, like scratches. I run my hand over them and see that each mark is thicker than my fingers. Not even a hunting knife could make such a mark with such precision. My vision focuses on the other trees and I see that there are more of the same marks on them, but this time thicker, bigger and at a lower height.