Star Scars Novels & Stories

On the contrary, it might have made me trust him a little more. Dr. Frankler nodded and turned back to Maverick. She pulled down the neck of her shirt, stretching the knit material over her shoulder and exposing a section of her back. A series of odd scars swirled along her shoulder blade in various shades that were darker than her skin color. They made me think of flames. "Maverick, what does this tell you?" she asked. Maverick's eyes widened. "No way! Is that ...?" "Of course, it is," she said. "Do you know anyone else with this mark?"

“I was a victim of a contract that turned my blood into a product. If you want to ‘Save Kai,’ then stop buying the tickets to a show where the performer is being kept awake by a needle.” He held up his arm toward the phone camera, the sleeve pushed back just enough to show the fresh bruising from the IV and the older, yellowing marks that told the story of the Starlight Facility. The scars weren’t pretty. They weren’t glamorous rock-star damage. They looked exactly like what they were—evidence. He didn’t look like a god on stage anymore. He looked like a survivor who had finally stopped pretending.

He was walking beside me, clutching my belt loop with one hand and the hem of his father’s pants with the other, trying to help, trying to be brave. "I'm here, baby," I gritted out, my breath coming in harsh gasps. "Just... keep walking. Don't look back." I didn't want him to look back. I didn't want him to see the scars that now marred his father’s back. The shift had been violent, a desperate tearing of flesh and bone. The Star-Fang Dagger had burned away the infection, cauterizing the wounds, but the cosmetic damage was horrific. Thick, twisting ropes of white scar tissue now marred the black skin of his back and shoulders, permanent maps of the pain he had endured.

She soon raised her hand slowly to take off the hood off her head. Cara was startled and backed away by what she saw. She backed away and strived to catch her breath. She had just seen the face of Alice disfigured with scars. They seemed to be old but deep and was the lengthy type. There were two scars that was made by claws right on one side of her cheek and three on the other side. Cara whose back was bent, resting her hands on her knees turned her head to sight Stefan. Stefan stared at Alice while Alice stared back at him.

However, as the shirt gradually pulled away, what Dean saw sent a shock through him. Chen’s back was covered in scars, large and small, each one bearing a strange and unsettling shape. Some looked like long, deep cuts, while others appeared as irregular burn marks. What struck Dean most was that these scars had been cleverly concealed beneath tattoos. During their previous intimate encounters, Dean had only vaguely brushed against these marks, never fully noticing them.

The scent of roses mingles with the warm candlelight, setting the perfect scene for the night I have planned. "We’re going to relax together, just as we promised," I say gently. "We both need this." I begin lifting his shirt, but he takes over, peeling it away himself. My eyes trace over his body, drinking in the intricate ink that adorns his skin—the ancient markings of the first Alphas, lunar phases, constellations with their own stories, and scars, both old and new. One in particular catches my attention—the deep scratch running from his shoulder to his lower back, a reminder of Kane’s first attack on us. Yet, there are many others, older ones I’ve never asked about.

BRIDGET The pair of blue eyes staring back at me from the mirror was glassy with shock and grief. Tears slid down my cheeks, tracing the long scar that ran from beneath my right eye to the edge of my jaw. I didn’t bother to wipe them away anymore. My trembling hand brushed against the matching wound along my back. Stitched, yes, but the doctor’s work couldn’t erase the evidence. What Gabe had done to me would never fade. The marks of his fury were carved into my skin, branded into me, etched there for eternity by the man I loved.

Mitch responded, "All right, as long as your legs are fine and you're willing to go, you can join us to visit the graves tomorrow morning. You can visit your grandparents' graves and have them bless you for a safe and peaceful life." Stella replied, "Okay." Orla Morrison had been looking at Stella as she was the most beautiful girl in the village; she was even a superstar. Orla then noticed something. "Stella, what's on your neck? Is it an allergic reaction?" The marks on Stella's neck were intentionally left by Lucas last night. Due to the cold weather, Stella had been wearing a scarf. So, no one had noticed the marks all day. But now, with the bonfire nearby, she felt a bit warm and had su

I gently put down the crust I had been nibbling on before turning to focus on Tristan and Theo as they both stared at me. “They sting a little bit and they have started to throb a little, it’s not unbearable. I’ve had worse so compared to that its nothing.” My finger gingerly went to the scar that curved across my face, clearing my throat I picked up the crust and finished the last of my sandwich.

What the hell happened to me? The one thing I couldn’t accept. The one thing truly gave me pause. The one thing I can't even bring myself to touch is the Crescent moon with a star in its centre, which now stands proudly on my right temple. It is jet black, making it more striking against my pale skin. What the hell! Did I get stabbed, and they thought... hell... perfect time to tattoo her without her permission! And ON MY FACE! Are they kidding? Star barks out laughing, and I frown, annoyed at her behaviour. Ready to chew her out for laughing at my anger, the door suddenly bursts open. In barrels Camron and Carson with panicked looks on their faces. Camron storms over to me, looking for dang