Vegeta Scars Novels & Stories

ANIKA'S POV:- I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. I was hell nervous. Everything was perfect but the scar on my face was messing with the look. The dress and everything Adam had brought me, they were all very stunning but I could not help that scar. I just wished it would have gone. But I was not very lucky. I even asked the Celestial if she could make it go away. But she said it was permanent. Celestial was like a God mother to me. She was always nice to me. Whenever I felt lonely, I always went to her. She always made my pains go away. Gulping the nervousness down, I held my head high and stepped out of the room.

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.

Right after the words left Vanessa's mouth, Scott shoved her hard and snapped, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Caught off guard, Vanessa stumbled backward and scraped her arm against the edge of a cheap table, leaving a bloody gash. I panickedly lunged forward to catch her, but my hands passed straight through her body. I still wasn't used to being dead, even after two years. Jordan burst into loud, terrified wails, but no one came forward to comfort him. Both Scott and Devin were too busy fussing over Nicole.

**Elara Falls Ill** The once-bustling den of the pack, a place of laughter and camaraderie, had transformed into a sanctuary of despair, shrouded in a somber stillness that was almost palpable. In the heart of this space, nestled among the softest of grasses and verdant leaves, lay Elara, the pack's esteemed healer—her presence a calming beacon now muted by the grasp of illness. A heavy silence enveloped the den, punctuated only by her shallow, labored breaths and the anxious shuffling of her companions, Caden and Lily, who were desperately trying to provide solace during this harrowing time.

-You will never touch my son," Lucia threatened as she managed to push the blade deeper, but Velaska between screams managed to land a kick on her rival's knee, breaking it; she screamed and both rolled to opposite sides. Lucia gritted her teeth with her hand on her knee whose kneecap was next to this one and with bones bloody and exposed. Velaska stood up with a muffled groan and in a shrill scream pulled the dagger from her ribs and blood flowed in profusion, the wound miraculously began to heal, but she hadn't reckoned with the scar that would remain - a four-winged angel standing very thin and a halo around it - in flames that slowly went out, leaving a literal firebrand.

I guess she did not want to see the lifetime reminder I had of my childhood. “Do not fret about it Alma. Everything I went through only made me stronger, and in truth I am a better Luna because of it. Unlike some children that were fed with a silver spoon, I know what it means to work.” I wanted Melissa to hear my words. It has been so long since anyone other than Caleb has seen me nude that I had forgotten about the scars. Being a wolf means that we heal quickly, so it is unusual for us to have scars. When I wound is inflicted upon a child that has never shifted though, and that child receives no medical attention then yes, a scar may form. I had several small scars on my body, but my lower

Her clothes were torn and there were claw marks and bite wounds all over her, the worst of which was a claw mark that traveled from her left collarbone to her right hip. Luckily it didn’t appear too deep, and someone had soaked it with a herb poultice, as if to help it heal. " I will help you." Scar said as she muttered some words placing her hand on the wound , she looked at it but her chants weren't doing justice. She repeated again and again before Hazel told her to stop

' Vee, I need you,' The rogue growled and walked away, but the scary guy with scars remained. He was missing an ear, and the scar across his face was deep and red, but he wasn't bleeding. His torso had fresh cuts, too. He wasn't healing, so it must have been silver laced in Wolfsbane. I wondered who did that to him. I felt powerless and horrible being in the position I was in. What made it worse was that I didn't know how my baby was. I said a silent prayer, and tears rolled down my face.

One moment, I was laughing with my friends at the Moonlight festival, surrounded by silver light and classical music. And the next, I was screaming. My skin was burning and the scent of my own flesh filled the air, twisting my stomach so hard I threw up. Alara grinned widely as she held the pitcher that once contained boiling water. “You thought you have it all but now, you don't! You're nothing, Violeta!” And she was right. The first time I looked into the mirror, I vomited. My once-perfect face was covered in scars. My once-perfect face was now twisted and ruined beyond recognition.