Natsu Scars の小説・ストーリー

“No… I didn’t even know I could heal someone else until today. I never thought about using it on myself.” Joshua leaned forward a bit. “Wouldn’t it be worth trying, though? If you can do it, that scar could fade. Just like that.” I looked down at my lap, my hands clenched together. “I don’t know if it’ll work,” I said quietly. “Scars are… different. They’re not open wounds. They’re old pain.” “But pain is still pain, isn’t it?” Jasmine added gently. Thania reached across the table, placing her hand over mine. “It won’t hurt to try. And if it doesn’t work, we’ll still love you just the same. You’re beautiful with or without it, Violeta.”

I gasped as I grunted and coughed. I kept begging him out of fear of what he might do but he just scoffed with disgust. "What a rat" he said and everyone laughed. "I, Lucas Culkin, reject you, Kieran Franklin as my mate" he said and surprised gasps erupted from the crowd. I screamed from the pain I felt in my chest as our mate bond broke and my wolf howled in my head as well. I gripped my chest from the pain I felt as he stared at me with that same disgust and kicked me in my ribs again.

I relented in fear but he cupped me into his arms and plodded towards his horse. “Though…the scar will remain,” Nathan mumbled behind us. I heard the alpha say something but I couldn’t understand his words, it sounded like a rushing wind that sweeps past and never returns. Their voices whirled around me as my eyes dilated and my body shook in dizziness. The last thing I saw was Nathan’s evil smirk followed by a river of darkness. * * * * “She will be fine.” “It is a silver blade, will it leave a scar?” “It depends on her strength, Alpha.”

The scars on Natalie's body were a testament to the torment and agony she had endured in that devastating fire. "Bia, don't you dare cry! Today is an exceptionally significant day for me," Natalie said, attempting to steer the conversation away from her scars. "They must have hurt terribly back then, didn't they?" Bianca softly inquired. For anyone, even a minor burn on a finger was excruciating. Given Natalie's experience in the midst of a blazing inferno, the magnitude of her pain was unimaginable. The scars, especially those on her eyes that affected her vision, bore witness to her suffering.

"I asked for your submission, Alpha. I did not ask for your pathetic lies." Natalia raised her right hand, her flawless, unscarred palm facing the fourteen terrified aristocrats. The crescent moon scar began to hum with a low, vibrating starlight energy that caused the silver medallions around their necks to turn burning hot, searing into their flesh.

He pulled down the cloth that was gagging Natalie and asked, "How did you get that scar on your stomach?" Natalie's face was soaked with tears. She hadn't recovered from her state of fear. She looked at Jasper disorientedly. She could not understand why Jasper was asking such an unimportant question. Natalie was filled with hatred for the man before her. So, her tone was also rude when she said, "What does that have anything to do with you?" "Answer me! How did you get that scar?" Jasper asked as his eyes slowly turned red. He was anxious for an answer.

Meanwhile, Talia, who had been hiding in a corner, watched all of this in silence. It was when the three were far away that she dared to approach the ward. Natasha, who was always arrogant, now looked very weak and thin. She had not eaten for days and simply relied on the IV nutrient infusion to survive. The bruise on her face had not completely faded. When the nurse lifted her sleeve up for injection, the huge patch of scars on her arms was revealed. Looking at the horrifying scars, one could imagine how severe the incident was. Regardless, Talia did not think the same. She gazed at Natasha fiercely with her poisonous eyes as if they could penetrate her body and form two holes in it!

It showed all they sacrificed protecting others. "Look," Emma breathed as she touched Ghost's face. Through their bond, he felt her wonder at how his scars now shimmered faintly with Luna's healing magic. He was still her sexy protector, but his scars didn't look angry or painful anymore. Kate traced Tank's transformed marks with the warrior's reverence. "They're beautiful," she whispered. "Like honor made visible." He smiled at his mate, and love shown in his eyes. Luna swayed slightly from the effort, her pregnancy making complex magic more draining. "Now everyone can see," she said tiredly, "that your scars aren't just from battle. They're from love."

It was an enchanting presentation of 'food. “Oh, right! She made me lose focus!” James pointed out, making Jay slightly uncomfortable because he suddenly leaned over his desk. “Crystal Zetaruby.” Jay read the name as if he was considering it. “As beautiful as the person, right? But look… at the scar.” Jay followed James' index finger. A streak of scars, shaped like dry, red leaves, adorned the middle of his nose's bridge. “She has an eternal disease. Prurigo, sweet blood, means he probably has a lot of scars. Are you okay?"

When she pulled away, my gut twisted a little. A scar jutted through her eyebrow and down her cheekbone, still raised and pink from a few days of healing. I knew without asking that it had to have been done by a fae. Werewolves were hard enough to scar, but magic had a way of making those wounds permanent. Something as simple as a scar could never mar Nicki’s natural beauty. Even without fae magic amplifying her looks, she would have been an exceptionally stunning immortal. I expected nothing different when her eyes flickered down to my arms. A small smirk crossed her lips, and her fingers wandered to the raised skin.