Goku Scars Novels & Stories

Every muscle and biceps was defined, trained into perfection. But his skin was imperfect. Scars. I had seen a few of them before but mostly the one in his back. They weren’t just one, they were multiple of them. A cruel map of violence, slashed, punctured and jagged tears. Pain lived there. The kind that no cocky smirk could hide.

I gasped when he said that, but how did you know about that. "Well, you see, although you and Emily are practically the same people, there is a slight difference between you to." He said, looking at me for the first time since I revealed the secret. "How will you know about that," I asked him the tears were flowing now, I'm crying for so many reasons. "Well, both you and Emily have the same green eyes. But with yours, there is a speck of grey around the pupil. But people see it as just the emerald color" he said. He was looking deep into my eyes.

Otuoke hissed, smiling into his face. Alpha Otuoke’s hand morphed, and long claws formed on his paws. Scar growled as He ran his claws around his face. Otuoke cackled, his eyes twinkling. He ran his claws down to Scar’s chest and pulled down strongly, tearing both his cloth and skin. Scar held back any sign of the pain he felt, staring directly into Otuoke’s eyes who held his gaze as he continued, soon tearing down to even his trousers and leaving him stark naked. Even Reno went mute and still, simply howling in his head.

His palms on the either side side of her head, as he balancing his weight and hovers over her. "No Vivian... it's-' She chuckles again and next he knows, she pulls away her shirt desperately, leaving her only in her innerwear. His eyes widen but he doesn't stop, too shocked to say anything. "I am no longer beautiful. I have these scars that remind you of her....is this why don't want me now Ethan?" He states down at her body and the scars make him clench his fists....he hated himself...each healed line making him hate himself more.

And as she stared into his icy eyes, Scar knew that whatever it was would be a torment unlike anything she'd ever known. Stanley extended a hand to her, showing off the green tattoo on his hand and wrist that was identical to Scar's. The only difference was that parts of it were black, others an angry red. She hadn't realized that Stanley had a mark, too. Shit. That must have been how he tracked her. Scar whimpered, feeling the hot sting of tears in her eyes. She had nowhere left to run. The goblins who held her were merciless and hateful, full of lust for violence and blood.

scar. "I got this that very same night everything happened from a rogue attack. There were at least eight of them. I almost died." "And why are you telling me? Am I supposed to care?" "I thought it was the goddess’s way of getting back at me…I-I thought I was being punished...but I think it was her way of leading me straight back to you.” His hand drifted to the wound on his neck, finger gentle gliding down the length of it. “It might not matter to you now, but I didn't finish the ceremony, I couldn't mark Katya or have her mark me…hell, I couldn’t even look at her.”

In front of me were two muscle builders. Well not really. They have the looks but the scars on their faces made them look....well you know. Like a gangster. One of them was bald with a few scars on his body and face. He would have been handsome if it weren't for the few missing teeth. I wonder where his teeth are. And beside him is a brunette. He was very muscular. It's like 100% of his body is made out of muscles. He was also full of scars. One of them was connected to his lips making it look like his lips were sewn. Creepy.

Omnibus' POV I removed all the embarrassing thoughts from my head as I licked Scar's wound on his back. It was a deep gash that was still oozing with his blood. The moment I salivate his wound, the clearer our hopes went on. The wound slowly closed in. It was slowly coming back into its old form, but not perfectly. It had formed a scar, just like his name. It was because he was bleeding profusely for long hours without any remedies to stop it.

I hear the slow, sharp, deep intake of air, then an exhale before his head slowly rises and his palm lifts off the pillar, he turns around. “I apologize. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable again.” He says in a somewhat woeful tone. The heated look in his eyes is gone, replaced by a remorseful expression. I let out a quiet grunt, my words suddenly failing me. Damian hand lifts, his fingers forks into his sleek, dark locks as they carry the strands of hair that feathered his forehead, revealing a deep, straight scar right above his left brow. I recognise it instantly, it's one of the many scars he got from his unruly battle escapades. Similar scars also marked other parts of his taut skin

I swallowed hard, my eyes smoldering with disbelief. He was majestic. And dreadful. His torso was a scene of trauma. Thick cords of muscle caressed his ribs and his stomach; yet, it was the scars that held my attention. Claw marks. Burn scars. Knife wounds. And tattoos that were black tribal ink, swirling over his shoulders and down his arms, declaring him a warrior of the Old Ways. He looked like a god of war carved from obsidian. "Quit staring, Ryker drawled as he kicked off his shoes. On the contrary, this seems somewhat rude."