Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

Saadiya had suffered a cut to her left arm but it wasn't anything serious, Parvina was attending to her. She looked at Omar and tried to steady her heavy breathing, he had ripped off his throbe and now left with a loose and very transparent under shirt which was no longer white but red and it perfectly outlined his very built muscles, his perspiration having soaked through them, Mariam stared at him for a while until he gave her a thumbs up and she blinked rapidly to clear her head. Focus Mariam, she told herself. He smiled at her and she smiled back but he couldn't clearly see her smile from the distance between them because of the cloth that hid her lower face so she nodded.

I stammered, bowing my head, not daring to meet his gaze. He moved closer, As he drew nearer, my heart quickened, anticipating his touch. I readied myself for his kiss, knowing deep down I wouldn't be able to resist. I closed my eyes, longing for his lips to meet mine. But instead, his hand gently landed on my shoulder, tracing the scars that adorned my skin. "What's all this?" he asked softly, his voice filled with worry and care.The marks on my body are simply the scars of the beatings I've endured from Alpha Lowell, and indeed, the entire pack, particularly Luna Desi.

Nobody honestly was going to look for anybody to this part. Annabeth and I stood behind a pillar as we watched her. She had her back to us and she slowly began to take off her scarf. She pulled the sleeve of her dress down and my hand clamped over my mouth immediately to stop myself from gasping. She was literally covered in scars that looked like they weren’t done healing. She raised her hand to her body and began to itch them whimpering uncontrollably. “You can’t be tired,” She kept muttering to herself as she itched her scar more intensely.

Clara and following him were Ajay, Calvin, and Miles with a sword in hand. “King Raiden, if that’s who you are, we demand Shuntha’s head!” Yelled a bald, broad-shouldered, tattooed man. He had a flat wide nose and was missing his two canine teeth, any chance he had he would make any excuse to take off his shirt. His body was covered in tattoos and scars, his most prominent scars were along his forehead as if he was getting scalped. The next ran along his throat and finally one ran along the left side of his face cutting through his eye and lips. He was partially blind because of this, and his eye was almost white but it didn’t stop him from causing the most trouble.

With all my new roles, was there still room for me to be me? Adrian looked at me, nodding slowly, as if my expression gave him an answer to a question he hadn’t even uttered. He walked over to the bed and sank down. His broad shoulders and back were covered by long, thin vertical scars that I hadn’t noticed before. There were a lot of them. I approached him to get a better look. Adrian didn’t say anything, he only looked at me. I pointed at one of the scars then lightly touched it but pulled my hand away after a moment.

"Shouldn't you say something else?" "Should I?" He patted his hair as he looked at her with a tilted smile. "Take a bath and I'll help you with your injuries." She said. "Imogen would heal it overtime." He said. "But there'll be scars..you shouldn't leave scars all over your body." She shook her head. "Scars are a mark of victories." "Not today's scars." She moved closer to him, "These are marks of distraction." She whispered and raisedd her brows, her eyes brightening like the sun. Xandros's expression darkened as he stared at her.

Jace whimpers and coughs, blood spilling from his mouth as he squirms on the floor. “Stop!” I choke on my breath. “Jace…” “Don’t pity them, Tabitha. They don’t deserve it. See this?” Mario lifts his shirt and reveals a massive scar carved into the side of his stomach. It looks like a bite taken straight out of him. “I got this more than twenty years ago,” he explains. “From Emery Aldair himself. He went berserk during the full moon after his twenty-fourth birthday.” “W-What? I don’t understand,” I whisper.

“Her heart rate, blood pressure, and cortisol levels are all within normal ranges. Not elevated. Not suppressed. Normal. For someone who claims to have escaped extreme captivity and torture two weeks ago, that is unlikely.” I swallowed. “She could be dissociating.” Theo nodded once. “That was my first thought. Which is why I ran deeper scans.” He pulled out his tablet and brought up a series of images. Even before he explained them, my wolf stirred uneasily. “These are high resolution scans of her scars,” Theo said. “Look closely.” I leaned in. The scars were clean. Linear. Evenly spaced. Some followed muscle groups. Others traced nerve pathways. There was no tearing. No irregular damage. No

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.

I have to try. He pulls away and looks down. I see his eyes darken and a low growl comes from his chest. Leon is not happy either. My scar is long and crosses from the left to the right under my belly button. It crosses to the very top of my right leg. It’s why I never wear bikinis or one piece bathing suits. I don’t wear any bathing suits actually; not since I was a young girl. Aiden runs a finger all the way along the scar before kneeling down in front of me and kisses it. He starts kissing my burn marks. When he stands back up, I’m in tears. “Why are you crying?” He asks.