Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

LORD REVANDREL. I should be avoiding a face-to-face with this female. Hell, I was trying to, that was why we started in the position we did. But now I am beginning to realize…I did not mind it. I should, but I didn’t. What I did mind were the scars on her back. Urekai healed fast and fully. It was hard to leave a scar on us, no matter how deep the bruises were. It took a lot for our healing abilities to malfunction and fail to heal completely, leaving a scar. Yet Baevera’s back was littered with them.

Well, as fine as they could be considering that some fucker had tried to murder Vix and Keira in the club parking lot. Ice heard something in the doorway, and he looked over to see Scars standing there. Right away, he was back on his feet. “I just saw the doctor leave,” Scars said. “How is she?” “Full recovery in eight weeks.” “Holy shit.” Scars stared at Vixen, taking in the destruction all over her again, unable to believe that in just a couple of months, she’d be OK. “So her spine isn’t damaged?” “Not at all.”

For the first time since this whole thing started, his mind was finally quiet. Then Vera shifted on the bed. It was a small movement, Nothing dramatic. Just her adjusting her position against the pillows. But the movement lifted the edge of her shirt along her side for just a second. Kael saw it and His body went completely still. Three thin scars, Vertical. Carved into the skin just below her ribs. The world seemed to pause around him. For a moment his brain refused to accept what he was looking at. His mind tried to reject it, to dismiss it as coincidence, as something meaningless.

I admitted. Lamia scooted sideways and propped her legs up over mine. The shorts she was wearing rode up and I could see the deep scars from her first fight with a rogue bear. It seemed like that was the beginning of everything. “I have a scar like that too.” And lifted up the leg of my shorts to show her the marred skin where the Lion had left his claw marks on me that last day in the arena.

Camela shivered, pressing her face against Vincent’s chest as she whispered, “He’s right. I’m too weak…” “No,” Vincent said and he lifted her chin so she could meet his gaze directly. “You’re not weak. You’ve survived him this long…that shows strength.” Her lips quivered as she said, “Then teach me.” Vincent’s claws wrapped around her scar, glowing white against his touch as he pressed gently on it. “Then repeat after me: This scar doesn’t own me,” he said softly. Her breath caught in her throat as she repeated, “This scar doesn’t…own me.”

To top it off, Varca was more than raged because nobody, nobody on earth dared to give him a scar. It healed pretty quickly, but it reminded him of her... His Phoenix Godmother, Kathleen. She was the only one who could put a scar on his body. "How dare you mark my body...with your weakness? This...your movement of attack makes me question if I have actually grown weaker in the past few decades. It's unforgivable. You should cease...existing." Varca's voice reached heaven and hell, it was as deep as the universe, as enraged as the blue skinned Hindu God, Nataraj. Every witch and wizard in the vicinity felt the ground shaking at his boiling rage.

Most of the vials on the table were wolfsbane . " It's on your face too . Interesting . You're not dumb , yet you're still weak . Where does that get you ? Nowhere . " Jace looks extremely uncomfortable , his hands must be on fire right now . But he continues mutilating Scar man's face , who is screaming at this point . " Stop . I'm sorry . I didn't mean to " He whimpers desperately . " Didn't mean to what ? " Jace asks calmly as he grabs Scar man's hand and with a swift upward movement , dislocates the wrist joint and rips off his hand a second later .

I didn’t doubt he was capable of such. “Tessa.” The voice called. Wraith. I walked back into the room to find him standing by the doorway. He seemed a bit hesitant to walk in. I noticed the bruises on his face from his fight with Scar and also the deep cuts on his arms—probably Rafaele’s doing. “You’re hurt. Let me clean that up.” “I’m fine.” “No, you’re not,” I said, tears brimming in my eyes, the weight of everything that had happened finally settling on me. “Please… let me fix you up.”

Her gasp echoed through the silence of the room as she beheld the gruesome scars etched across her chest, disappearing beneath the shadows of her nightgown. Amani's trembling hands moved instinctively, hastily discarding the nightgown to reveal her scar-ridden body in all its disfigured glory. She stood there, vulnerable and exposed, as she stared at her own reflection in horror. Her chest and torso bore a multitude of intersecting scars, a painful reminder of the brutal attack she had endured.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.