Stars And Scars Novels & Stories

he said and we went inside the mansion into his room. He made me sit on the bed and removed his t-shirt, he stood in front of me. he grabbed my hand pressed it against his naked chest. “Look,” he said, I did, as I look closely, I noticed a scar on his skin. “It’s a scar,” I whispered. As Nikolai has a scar on his body, I have a scar in my mind. The memory of Greyson’s death. Scars are what make us who we are. Everyone has scars…some are etched into skin, and some are burned into memory. Nobody moves through life without a scar slicing them in half.

If he would say that it was his right, then that would be a lie. It was Liara who had suggested to him the night when she saw his scars for the first time by saying, 'Scars are beautiful when we see them as glorious reminders that we courageously survived. Don't allow your scars to hold you hostage. Don't allow them to make you live your life in fear. You can't make the scars in your life disappear, but you can change the way you see them. And if you will ask me, then you can get your body tattooed with beautiful art to change the way to look at your body.'

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.

She sleeps nude, perfect for late-night lovemaking. Eon’s voice was a smug, lustful growl in my head. I tried to shove him down, but my own body betrayed me. My cock, which had been aching for hours, now throbbed with a renewed, desperate urgency. As I forced my gaze upward, away from the temptation of her breasts, my breath caught. There, in the soft moonlight, were the scars. Three small, circular puckers marred the smooth skin of her left shoulder. Another, larger one, rested just above the gentle curve of her stomach. And on her right hip, two thin, silvery slashes, the unmistakable legacy of a blade’s kiss. A cold, murderous fury, far more potent than my lust, surged through me.

I never knew was there. Lifting the bandage I saw, her skin was pink, a small scar was on her once unmarked skin I touch it with my fingers as I will the moon goddess's gift to my fingers to remove the scar. A spark tingled to my fingertips, spilling a bright light from my hand as heat entered my mate’s skin. A moment later, I removed my hand smooth unblemished skin greeted my eyes. I did the same with the wound on her abdomen, but I couldn’t remove all the scar tissue. She would have a reminder of that night, no matter what she did. I touch the tiny scar, wishing there was more I could do.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

The firelight dances over our faces, showing the deep feeling in our eyes. “I need you to know something, Xander,” I begin nervously, clutching a small charm that has been with me through many problems. “Every scar on my skin, every wound, it tells a story—a story of pain, loss, and sometimes, hope. But I fear that some of these scars... they might break us apart if we allow them.” Xander’s eyes soften, and he takes my hand in his. “Aria, those scars are proof of your survival. They are signs that you’ve survived pain and still stand here, stronger than ever. They don’t define you...they improve you.”

Scars stared at the pillow in front of him. “Are you in pain?” she said. “Do you need something? Should I get a doctor?” “No, baby,” he said, and suddenly, it was Scars again, and she almost sagged in relief. “I’m not in pain.” “OK so…” She stroked his face. “You OK? All things considered?” “Well. I mean, I’m obviously devastated about the fresh scars ending my promising modelling career,” Scars said. “But I’ll get past it. Somehow.”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

he said pointing to the sky and I looked up again before smiling and looking back down at him. " Scar... " He said before cupping my face again in his hands as he looked at me with so much affection. I stared at him, a smile on my face as I held the hands that cupped my face. " Scar you are my star " he said smiling widely and the tears in my eyes fell but I kept on smiling.. He used his thumb to wipe the tears away from my face.