Tyrion Scar Novels & Stories

Draven went still beside me. Too still. Like he had just realized something. Slowly, his eyes moved toward my neck. Toward the faint scar hidden beneath my collarbone. A scar I had stopped questioning years ago. His expression darkened. “Aurenya,” he said quietly. My heartbeat quickened. “What?” He stepped closer. Carefully. His eyes stayed fixed on the scar. “Who gave you that mark?” I frowned. “What?” “The scar.” His voice sharpened slightly. “Where did it come from?”

“And yes, I’d prefer she didn’t get burned. Isn’t that normal when you care for someone? You don’t want them to be in pain. But if you’re asking whether the appearance of your scars bothers me, then I can easily say no.” I stared at the king, unsure of what to think or feel. Part of me wanted to believe him, but I was scared to. What if he turned around one day and said he hated how I looked? What would that do to me? “How old were you?” he inquired. “Those scars look quite old.” “I was ten.” “Shit,” he replied. “Then you couldn’t have gone through your first change yet.” I shook my head and turned away, swirling the liquid in my drink.

she said, glancing at me, “if you could heal someone that is close to death… maybe you can fix scars too.” The room quieted just a little. I followed her gaze and realized what she was talking about. My scar. The old burn mark that curved down from the corner of my jaw to my neck—a part of my past I had tried to hide but couldn’t erase. I instinctively reached up, fingers brushing the edge of it. I hated that thing. I hated what it reminded me of. Rachael tilted her head. “I’m just saying… wouldn’t it be kind of amazing if you could heal yourself too?”

What destroyed me was that Tyris reached her first while I stood frozen, watching her eyes widen with revulsion as she backed away like I was some monstrous thing from nightmares. The scar had always been my weakness, though not for the reasons others assumed. I cared nothing for whispered conversations or averted gazes—those reactions served me well, adding to the reputation that made supernatural creatures tremble. The scar's true power over me lay in moments like these, when someone I cared about looked upon it and saw only horror. Yet something extraordinary happened. Against all logic, Lyra began to see past the twisted flesh marking my face. Our relationship, born from conflict and mis

It was not the first time Winifred had seen his scars, but no matter how many times she saw them, it would always give her an emotional shock. As for Jacob and Helen, they were utterly stunned. His body was full of scars and bruises and scabs. What did Tyr go through to deserve this? “I know you have a lot of questions for me, Mom. I will answer every one of them later.” Jacob came out of the bathroom with a pail of water as he started cleaning Tyr’s wounds. Helen looked at the nasty gash on his back and said, “Tyr, I think you should go to the hospital. Or maybe get a doctor here. I cannot stitch a wound!”

After pausing for a moment, Fabia began cautiously, "He's quite handsome and appears gentle, but his eyes are cold. Most notably, he has a tiny butterfly-shaped pink scar near his eyebrow." As he finished speaking, a collective light of recognition sparkled in the eyes of those present. The characteristics pointed unmistakably to one person: Yerick! Though Fabia did not recognize Yerick, Xoan knew him all too well. Yerick acquired the scar when he fell from a tree at the age of five and hit a rock. Sophie even said at the time that the scar was a blessing, that it could have been much worse if the rock struck his eye.

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?!"

“There has to be another way. We’ll fight together, Darius. We’ll find another way to stop him.” But I knew there wasn’t. This was the moment the scar had been leading me to all along. --- Veyron turned toward us, his voice reverberating through the chamber. “Ah, the scarred mate. You think you’ve unraveled my secrets, but you’re just a pawn in a game too vast for you to comprehend.” He raised his hand, and the ground beneath us cracked, black tendrils of energy surging toward us. Killian leaped forward, his claws slashing through the tendrils, but they kept coming, relentless and unyielding.

Nova asks nervously. I nod. “I will be out momentarily - please don’t start without me,” I say and watch as the four women walk off, but then Arya stops when they pass the mirror on the passage wall. She looks at herself and then at me with wide, shocked eyes. “My scars, they’re gone!” she exclaims as tears roll down her face. To be honest, I stopped seeing the scars on her face the moment the Mate Bond clicked, so the fact that they’ve entirely gone is new to me.

scorch said and got out of his room looking at Tyson expectantly "You crazy!!" he shouted in anger looking at scorch this little guy wanted to bath with his blood "Just a drop of blood on top of my head" scorch said pleading... They were both done bathing by the way scorch did take a bath with a drop of Tyson's blood and the little finger he bites was healed in seconds which made Tyson amazed,next Tyson went to hoger's room to take him with but when he got there he was bound to be disappointed because hoger was not there he called a guard