Star Scars Novels & Stories

"Maybe that's why this feels like a story. Like I'm just a character waiting for the author to start the next chapter." "Then let's start it," Skylar said. He helped me sit up, piling pillows behind my back. As he moved, the sleeve of his shirt slid up, revealing a faint, jagged scar on his forearm. It looked like a bite mark. "What's that?" I asked, pointing to it. Skylar quickly pulled his sleeve back down, his expression hardening for a split second before the mask of calm returned. "An old injury. From a hunt. It’s nothing for you to worry about."

I worry I’ll wear these scars forever. Stepping out of the shower, I wipe the condensation from the mirror and freeze. A mark lingers on my neck, darker and more stubborn than the others. Deep red, tinged with purple. My fingers press against it, watching the color blanch before seeping back into its original hue. A pleasurable tingle ripples down my spine. That’s new. Is this one different from the others? It reminds me of the one Braden has on his ribs but I thought that was a birthmark. I'm sure I haven't always had this here ... Have I?

Lukas' voice sounded strange. I pulled back from checking Xander and went to check his brother's neck. "Gaia's shitballs. What is that?" As I watched, black was etched into his skin. Like an eight-pronged snowflake, each stake had a different design that ended with a unique fork-like symbol. I looked over to Lukas. "Have you ever seen that before?" He shook his head, moved to Scarlet checked her neck. "Shite." "What? What's wrong with Scarlet?"

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

Now it was her turn. Her hands, smaller but no less marked by her own struggles, settled on the hard plane of his chest. Her fingers traced the landscape of his scars—a thick, ropy line along his ribs, a puckered star near his collarbone, the intricate black tattoos that wove around old wounds like armour. She leaned down, following the path of her fingers with her mouth. She kissed the star-shaped scar, her lips soft and lingering. She traced the length of the ropey scar with her tongue, feeling him shudder beneath her.

Gwyneth stared at the hideous scar in the mirror, lost in thought. It had been ages since she had taken a close look at it. The scar ran horizontally across her abdomen, starting from the front and stretching toward her side, even reaching further toward her back. Gwyneth pursed her lips and delicately traced her fingertips along the scar. It no longer elicited any pain, but the fact that she had been young when her skin was burned meant that the nerves beneath the scar had suffered damage. As a result, whenever her scar was touched, she would experience a peculiar sensation—a constant reminder that her nerves had not yet fully recovered.

I wiggle my brows at them as they laugh and pull back from the hug. Ry stops laughing and becomes serious. “How bad is it?” He asks softly, placing his hand on my cheek. “I haven’t looked. I’m not sure I want to,” I say, touching my right eye gently over the bandage. I lean over and turn on the small lamp on the side table, then lean back and lift my shirt up to see where she sliced me with the knife over my stomach. I pull back the bandage carefully and see that a pink scar has formed. “The doctor says that the scars will never heal properly because of the type of wolfsbane,” I explain.

“Grows on meteorites? “She laughed slightly. “Yes. It looks like a diamond. Acts like a diamond. But it is a star stone. Somehow when I thought of that, I knew that was what I wanted to get you on the day our sons were born.” He said as he slipped it on her finger. “A piece of the stars from me to you.”

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".

I memorise a freckle above his left nipple. My fingers trace my bite that’s left two crescent moon scars on his lower ribs. I study him like I’m going to take a test on every detail, I notice faint scars over his shoulders and chest. I can only guess wolf claws… It’s one of two things we don’t fully heal from. Claws and teeth.