X Scars Novels & Stories

"And now my shoulder still hurts a bit." "It'll take more time to heal I guess." Mariam pointed out. "And guess who's fault is that princess." "That's because bones don't heal as quickly as skin and muscles do." "Oh, so now she's a doctor. Yes, doctor princess Mariam. Noted." He teased and they both laughed. "You should take care of it." She sighed and sat down. "So the wedding has been called off..." "So it has, that was a month back. You don't sound too happy about it." He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

“But he actually became fearful of us using it. Majority of the time at General, the use of the tube is very painful for him.” “What a shame. That’s quite a bit to be dealing with.” “There’s more Xavier.” “More?” “It was around 1:30 when I discovered a large scar on the bottom half of his back but I can’t tell what caused it because of all the cuts and bruises on his back. He has a nasty, scabbed up black bruise along his ribs that X-rays have revealed contains two cracked ribs. If you look closely you can see with some of the stray hits that the bruise is in the shape of a belt buckle. His rear and the backs of both thighs have the same marks.”

My eyes fly open in shock, skirting away to look anywhere but at Maverick’s now exposed body. His glorious, sculpted body with a stellar pack of abs and scars. I sneak another peek when I registers I saw scars. Werewolves rarely scar, especially with the help of herbs and our expedited healing. But I was right. Maverick’s torso is covered in a variety of scars in all shapes and sizes. He has a huge bite mark on his side, a thin pink line from right above his left nipple down to his navel. He looks like he fell into a wood chipper and was pieced back together.

"Alright, now it's your turn. I'm already here, so I might as well take care of that shoulder now rather than waiting until later, so let's see it." Xavier rolled his eyes, but didn't fight him as I took a sip of the tea. It was quite bitter, but even just one sip had my head steadying out already, and I just watched in pure fascination as Xavier pulled his shirt over his head. Not even my condition could stop me from admiring the miles of tanned, rippling muscle. He walked forward towards the end of the bed, and my eyes started slowly wandering up his muscular back. I couldn't help but to let my eyes catch on those scars once more, but this time, with the lantern he had lit earlier highligh

Xander and I crawled into my bed and rather than have a proper discussion, all I could do was cry. Scars filled his entire chest and back. Even his legs were not spared. There was a deep cut that ran down the middle of his chest and stopped almost at his belly button. It was as if someone tried to cut him open. It had healed. All the wounds on his body had healed but for a wolf to be this scarred, the injuries must have been very deep and difficult to heal. “You must have been in a lot of pain.” I ran a finger across the scar on his chest. “I’m so sorry.”

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?!"

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".