X Scars Novels & Stories

"I should have known you were in heat. I thought it was just me, but I-" I turn to face my mate, "Ssshhh. You're doing it again." "Doing what?" "Blaming yourself for not being able to control the uncontrollable." He chuckles without humor, "I guess old habits die hard huh?" I smile and nod. We fall into a comfortable silence. With my finger I trace all of the scars on his body. Some were thick and pink , some were white and shallow. But all of them hold a memory of pain. And yet they hold such perfection at the same time. Because they are what make him my Xander.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

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.

She slightly moaned as he bit her skin Jaxon was done with what he was intending to do as he attached her seatbelt and flashed a victorious smile. Rosalina realized as she jumped and looked at the window glass turning her head. She saw a big reddish-purple scar and her eyes widened. Jaxon was already driving with a satisfied smirk. She started hitting him. "What the fuck did you do!?!" She spat "Ow! Do you want me to crash the car or something? I didn't know you love me this much that you are willing to die together." He said teasingly

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

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

I watched her eyes hood over as an unreadable expression clouded her face immediately. “I didn't know I was interrupting something.” Sabrina's voice was low, too low for my liking. Call me crazy but I could swear I saw her fingers trembling underneath her plate. “Sorry about that.” “No, it's fine.” Xander cleared his throat before slowly peeling his hands from my body and taking away the heat radiating from his body. “ Kieran almost got herself in an accident and I caught her just in time.” “Right.” Sabrina quipped, and without sparing me so much as a glance, she walked towards one of the dinning chairs.

Bianca’s point of view “Did you do it?” Xavier barged into my room as I applied concealer to my scars, which were now healing. “I don’t know what you are talking about” I replied reluctantly, turning my head left and right to check how I had done with the makeup. Maybe the concealer? To hide the scars. Misty was still weak, and the damage was already done, so there was no point in trying to fix it anymore.

I guess that’s why I have my scar, a reminder of the fact that I’ll never be as strong as I need to be. As strong as I want to be. Maybe I deserve the scar…. I-i know I deserve my scar it’s all my fault. I… I need to search the body. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, collected the supplies and got to my feet, stumbling backwards as my backpack settled on my shoulders.