Star Scars Novels & Stories

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.

In the small, quiet room, as his trembling hands undid the first button of my dress. Caleb froze. My body was covered in a network of scars, old and new. There were bruises from combat training, and purple marks that spoke of the countless times Lydia's followers had ganged up on me. There were burn scars from silver weapons, silvery white tracks snaking across my ribs. There were marks from energy blasts, the eternal sigils left when a wolf's spirit is damaged. And... the claw marks he himself had left. The deep scratches were a reminder of every "punishment" he had dealt me.

Holding my breath, I slowly turned my back to the mirror, twisting my upper body around so I could get a clear, unobstructed look at the skin. The moment my eyes landed on the reflection, the air was completely sucked out of my lungs. Right there, like a tattoo on my skin just above my hip, were four distinct, dark markings shaped perfectly like stars. “No, no, no!” I cried out, my voice rising into something terrified as I scrubbed my waist, trying desperately to rub the markings away as if they were just dirt. But they didn’t budge. At this point, I was no longer worried about the itch; I just needed these stars to vanish from my body.

She felt comfortable, protected. -What happened so you could be like this? - Zacarias looked for her temple and kissed her, one of his hands went up her back, passing through her neck and reaching the scar that was hidden behind her hair. He had seen her the first time they had been together and could only think that the recovery must have been painful. It was big, at least it had about 10 deep points, the hair around it had grown to cover it and it was in a strategic area, in the lower part of the head, but even so, a scar for an omega was something that could mark them for a lifetime. After all, her body was essential to her life.

As Bianca unwrapped the covering from Starr’s eyes, Starr immediately threw her arms around her mother, her worry pouring out in the embrace, until her gaze drifted downwards, settling on Celine’s thigh. Starr’s eyes darted back and forth, first to Celine’s arm with the tied cloth, then to her thigh with the matching cloth binding. “Mummy....” Starr called out tearfully. “Do you have another wound?” “Yes, sweetheart. Don’t worry about it, this is nothing. It’s just a scratch.” Starr also looked at Celine’s body, which was only wearing a bra. “Mummy... You have so many wounds.” Starr pointed to the kiss marks on Celine’s body.

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.