Star Scars Novels & Stories

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.

He can feel Arabella’s stomach flutter when his palms rub against her tummy. Little indents liter the bottom half of Arabella’s stomach and a long line of coiled skin as well. Pulling away, Gael’s brows furrow together. Stretch marks run along the bottom of Arabella’s stomach and up the sides a little. Gasping lightly, Gael takes in the long scar that runs along the waistband of Arabella’s tights below her navel. Looking upward, Gael meets Arabella’s tearful eyes. The arousal that was heavy in the air dissipates as Gael places his palm flat against the scar. “Arabella. What…”

There was all shock written over them. My breath hitched when he caressed my scars with his fingertips. "These are.....claw marks." He whispered under his breath and looked up to meet my eyes so I immediately looked away. I somehow felt ashamed even though he was no one special to me. Even in my orphanage...some of the girls there used to say that....these scars are ugly and no men would love this. No one will accept me with them...I...I should put on makeup to hide them. I can't even wear the dresses I like because of these scars.

I tried to recover from the ache that she had sent my cock and more than ever, I wanted to get rid of the cock it had been nothing but trouble since I'd gotten it. I noticed one of our men crash beside me and blood was oozing from his nose. This was stressing me out so much and I couldn't control it. My eyes looked up at the man who had caused the injury. He was tall, dark, with a lot of scars lining his face. One thing about the starlight pack, they all seemed to have scars and for a pack that was mostly hidden it made no sense to me. He stared at me with a death glare and even though I didn't fully possess the strength yet, I crawled away from sight, not waiting to be his next prey.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Canan was the one to suppress him by burning the black mark that appeared on Onimura's left shoulder. Cursed marks can appear at any part of the upper body once a Starlian loses his sense to think rationally and be consumed by hatred or any strong negative emotions. These marks can be burned when they appear, but only once. It will also leave a scar on the person, a proof that he or she is a survivor. If the corruption returns, then there will be no other choice but to kill the host of the cursed mark. "I know it's inevitable, but should it come to that…I hope I will not be the one to do it."

"The rejection mark. Marcus burned it into me because my body was fighting the sequence. It's proof I'm a failure." "Look at it." The Template’s voice was fading. "Look at the mark, boy. Really look at it." I ripped my shirt open. The jagged 'R' on my chest was still red, still angry. But under the harsh fluorescent light of the lab, I saw it. The scar tissue wasn't just a burn. It was a pattern. Small, raised dots that followed the curve of the letter.