Star Scars Novels & Stories

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

“They always say STARS IN THE NIGHT SKY” THE END.

What the hell have you done to yourself? Without makeup, my scars looked harsh. There was a long line of raised, light pink skin along my hairline. I had a scar line across the apple of my cheek that extended to the middle of my cheek, and a smaller one on the top of my lip. And hundreds of tiny pink marks scattered across half of my face, neck, chest, and arm like they were freckles. My entire left collarbone was covered with marks of stitches. I squeezed my eyes shut. It's fine. You're alright. It's fine.

she announced. I furrowed my brows at her. I knew that I had no scars on my shoulder. I would prove her wrong. "I'll show you that I'm not your Issa because I do not have that scar!" I exclaimed and pulled the long jacket I was wearing off my shoulder so that the world would see. The crowd exclaimed and this made me actually look down at my arm. I gasped when I realised that there was a scar there. My heart skipped a beat. Queen Nineveh smiled as she approached me. "You have a burnt scar on your ankle too," she added.

The doctor leaves and Vivian couldn't help, throw aside the comforter and rush towards a mirror in the corner. The throbbing in her head, no longer bothering her. As a new fear has shaken her insides. Her eyes widen as she stared at herself. Her fingers trembling as they traced her reflection in the mirror. The scar It was looking like new, raw and visible without any veils of foundation. She couldn't stop the tears, that leave her eyes. Closing them, she couldn't hide it any longer now.

I knew that no matter what, it would leave yet another scar on my body. "Hideous… You look absolutely hideous, Meri." I mumbled, glaring at my scarred body in the mirror. The stitched gash and ugly scar on my right thigh were not the only markings on my body. There were others, many of them I learned to ignore over the years but still visible. The ones I have least bothered myself over were the two parallel dots on each wrist. Wounds that I received from Samael when he came to help with my headaches.

Quickly, I hurry out of bed and rush into the bathroom. The lights are already on, so I rush to the mirror, bend, and take a good look at my shoulder. There’s a large scar on my shoulder, right at the juncture with my neck. It has a crescent shape and is made up of teeth marks. The wolf really bit me! Stefan’s reflection appears beside mine. “We need to talk, Mari.”

But it’s enough. I reach out to grab a spool of black thread, my eyes falling on the exposed skin beneath the tape. My hand stops dead in mid-air. It’s a scar. But it isn't an injury from the pool, and it isn't a surgical mark. It is a brand. The scarred, raised flesh is shaped into a perfectly distinct, moon shaped crestent with three jagged, interlocking peaks that look like a mountain range, surrounded by a thick, circular border. It looks like it was burned into her skin with hot iron.

Used. The car skidded across Lawson's marble front walk, and chandeliers cast golden light downward. Clicked camermen shutters and flashes lit the evening to incandescent white. Laughter, money- and pretence-conceived laughter, as the clinking of champagne glasses. My countenance was concealed in darkness, and individuals were before me. Whispers circulated within the crowd like snakes. She did appear after all. How sad. I'm sure she'd like another boy to ruin.