Goku Scars Novels & Stories

"Talk? About what?" Gaia tried not to smile. "Stuff. You know. The whole fated mate, post-trauma, healing-from-the-apocalypse thing." Suki stared at her. Dorian shifted slightly behind Gaia. Suki's eyes dropped to Gaia's side, landing on the scar. It wasn't just the implant. Not anymore. Her mark was there, unmistakable. Suki's eyes darted up to the towering shape behind her. The realization hit all at once. "You're already marked," she scoffed. "Seriously."

He insisted. She hesitated, “Xandar,” she began, clearly not used with this manner of addressing the King, “A scar is normal among warriors, more so among Gammas. If you check the bodies of the other Gammas here today, you’ll find that many of them have scars as well. Some may be worse than mine. I know a few Alphas and a handful of Lunas who have such scars from fighting alongside their pack. This really isn’t a big deal.”

After all, we didn't even fight; that was the best thing ever to happen since I was now injured badly. Looking at the mirror before me, I could see how hideous my scar was after I tore off the gauze. Under the gauze, there was a noticeable scar on my face and a thick layer of bloody scab. Although it was only four cm in length, it was so long since it was on my face. I looked like a monster!

I found myself wanting to reach out and bite it. I giggled softly, causing him to turn back to me. My breath caught as I got my first full-on look at him, he truly was an excellent specimen. Strong and muscular, not an ounce of fat on him, his six-pack beckoning me to touch them or lick them. He had two scars on his chest one high up by his shoulder and the other one was a thin slash from the top of his left pectoral muscle down almost to the top of his stomach. I felt a chill go down my spine thinking of ways he could have gotten those scars, I almost asked him about it when he turned around and the beauty of his back took my breath away.

He let out a small groan, the feeling of it relaxing his body. Alice peeked into the room seeing him stretched. She watched his muscles tense and relaxed. Her eyes running over his back. She found herself stepping into the room. Her eyes studying his back. She ran her eye over a large scar that ran across the length of his back. She didn't realize it but she had walked to him. Her fingertips touched the scar running it over it. It was huge, the scar was raised and textured. “It's from the last fight i was in, well battle.” Arkyn said quietly, sparks coming from her fingertips as she ran them over his scar.

Though, that isn't what got me gawking. It's the fact that he is... perfect. He is slightly scarred from battles he surely has had during our time apart, but so much wider and bigger than in the past. Sure, he isn't my height, but damn, he is cut. I can't help but gape at his superhero body and stare at the thin, dark line of hair disappearing into his branded boxer shorts. They are pulled a little higher than his pants, and my brain cells jump out through my ears when I see the bulge in his pants.

He was right in front of me. I blinked off and focused on his face but my shameful eyes couldn't stay still. I looked down at his chest, the Lazza tattoo on his side chest. The scar above it reminded me it was a gunshot he received from the attack on his territory. That was not all though, I took a minute to explore his skin, he had several healed scars and tattoos. The scar that especially caught my eyes was the one above his left hip. It was healed but it looked to have been the most painful thing ever. I was lost in thoughts of him having been enduring all the pain, I wondered the reason to be who he was if scars were all he would receive.

I remember this one, because it felt like they used a barbed tip on the end of the whip that time. How is it possible you have these and I never noticed before?” “I covered them with tattoos almost immediately and the silver in the tattoo ink can leave some small scarring giving me the excuse I needed. I thought they were some kind of result of shifting and that maybe something went wrong or it was a sign that I was a gamma. But, just like the asthma attack I got when you were in Lucas’ office hearing about going to warrior training or when you stopped breathing when Ava told you about the threat made to the pack, it was a sign that you needed me and I wasn’t where I needed to be.” His ey

Adrian eventually loses his composure, and grabbing me around the waist, he starts pounding into me until I come and scream. ********* After sex, We lie together, our bodies close. I run my finger over the black tattoos on his chest. Most of the designs look tribal, like the ones on his arm. But now I see the scars on his chest I didn’t notice before. I touch one of the three scars on the right side of his chest. They look newer, cutting through the tattoos. “Those are from a car bomb,” he says, his hand moving gently on my back. I touch another scar, a long, thin one above his hip on the left.

He didn't just own the city; he controlled its lifeblood. Her trembling hands reached for his shirt, the first button slipping through her fingers. She fumbled with it for a few moments before finally unbuttoning it, revealing his taut muscles beneath. The scars that came on her sight were marred on his skin like they were symbols of battles fought and won, a constant reminder of who he was—a conqueror in the underworld. One particularly nasty scar ran across his ribs, the stitches still visible in the dim light.