Scars Above Novelas e Histórias

I memorise a freckle above his left nipple. My fingers trace my bite that’s left two crescent moon scars on his lower ribs. I study him like I’m going to take a test on every detail, I notice faint scars over his shoulders and chest. I can only guess wolf claws… It’s one of two things we don’t fully heal from. Claws and teeth.

I confirm. “Well, it would help me to visualize the scar if we can turn him onto his stomach. It’s been found that extra virgin olive oil can be sprayed onto a scar and it will illuminate it in various intensities based on the thickness of scarring. The brightest shade is normal skin, areas that don’t illuminate under the black light are really thick scar tissue and there are levels in between both.” “Cole?” I attempt to include him. “Will it hurt?”

N O T E A scar is the mark of a story that, on the surface, is private. It is an implication of what lies beneath and within. Complete scar removal is not possible, but most scars will gradually fade over time. Scars are a natural part of the healing process. Most will fade although they never completely disappear. At times, emotions and memories are stored so well that they can’t be recalled on command. Alternately, the psyche veils itself with trauma that has left its mark and overcompensates to dissociate from trauma. The scar is a container and a

Gently, slowly, he guided her hand up and down her body, ran their fingers along each and every scar. He left the largest one for last, knowing that this was the one that frightened and disgusted her the most. That asshole had sliced her from her breastbone straight down the middle of her body, all the way to her navel. The scar was thick and raised, an angry, vivid purple, and every time she looked at it, she remembered how terrified she had been at that moment. She'd truly thought he was going to gut her like a fish; she'd thought she was going to die.

I never knew was there. Lifting the bandage I saw, her skin was pink, a small scar was on her once unmarked skin I touch it with my fingers as I will the moon goddess's gift to my fingers to remove the scar. A spark tingled to my fingertips, spilling a bright light from my hand as heat entered my mate’s skin. A moment later, I removed my hand smooth unblemished skin greeted my eyes. I did the same with the wound on her abdomen, but I couldn’t remove all the scar tissue. She would have a reminder of that night, no matter what she did. I touch the tiny scar, wishing there was more I could do.

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

I guess it was a little lower on my neck, but it was definitely visible. He must have thought it was rude to ask and didn't bother. How kind of him, ha. I thought, with a snort. I peeled the bandage off and pulled my rearview mirror down to look at the mark. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Once I get to The Academy I could use their scar cream, I just didn't think about it until now. It was something that their scientists made. It helps to remove scars within days, sometimes within 24 hours if you have the right skin. I should have grabbed it from my room before I left, but I spaced it.

“I swear!” After getting the nod of approval from Lian Jiang, Jian Jianan went to the Department of Burns and Dermatology, and consulted the doctor on how to remove scars! “Do you know what caused the scar?” “I think it was from a scalding, like by hot liquid, or burned by fire. It was not a small scar!” “Do you know when the scarring happened?” “Erm… I’m not so sure about that. Can you tell me how to remove it?”

I ask openly, no longer through the mind-link. “Nearly there, I pulled the staples out earlier.” Evelyn says looking down at her arm. She has now taken the bandage off and I could see the wound still healing but all that was left was the skin and tissue scarring. It may leave a scar, sometimes it was just pure luck depending on scars for werewolves but one thing was for certain, silver always left a mark.

It was very fun. Entering my tent, I sat on the folding bed, grabbing the ointment that Nora uses for my wounds. They are almost healed, and some are already beginning to turn into scars. Scarring is feared by many women in our world. They believe that a beautiful woman must have flawless skin and a small face. I only qualify at the latter. I don't even know if that's a good thing because I honestly think it only makes me look like a skull head. I unlaced the bathrobe that I was wearing to reveal the huge scar on my stomach. I gently put the ointment on important parts, making sure that I don't leave anything behind.