Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

Below it, another name. RENJI MORI. Hayate closed his eyes. The lamp at the end of the room flickered. A man stepped from behind the cages. Thin. Grey-haired. One side of his face pulled tight by burn scars. He held a chain in one hand. At the end of it knelt a boy no older than twelve. The boy looked up. Same dark eyes as Hayate. Same scar through the left brow. Hayate made a sound I had never heard from him before.

"Sorry, did I scare you? I promise, you'll never see scum like that around here again." To thank him, I accepted his invitation to an art exhibition at his private estate that weekend. On Saturday night, Dorian had a gift box delivered. Inside was a deep purple velvet gown. It was exquisitely tailored, with a high neck and long sleeves that perfectly concealed the old, fading scars on my body, while still accentuating my waist. I stroked the soft fabric, my eyes welling up. Gavin had traced my scars with sadness, but he was never this thoughtful. I never dared tell him how much they bothered me. It was a weakness the Godfather’s wife wasn't allowed to have.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

Still hers. She trailed her fingertips his arm, as the morning light danced over the bruises and healing wounds as if trying to make sense of the pain etched into his skin. Battle scars. Every one of them earned in the fight to get Sophie back. The war might have been over, but peace hadn't yet settled down in her heart. Grayson stirred beside her. "You ever going to stop watching me sleep like a serial killer?" She smiled faintly. "Probably not." He cracked one eye open. "Creepy and sexy. That's very on-brand for you."

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

They rounded me again and one of them lunged for me and I dodged it but another one jumped on me from behind and its teeth sunk into my arm. I screamed in pain and I tried to shake it off. I raised the sharp branch I was holding and stuck it in its side. It let out a loud welp and jumped off me, tearing off some skin in the process. I winced in pain as I backed off from them. I couldn't hold up much longer but it was hard to just give up. I needed to live up to my father's mantra. Three of them lunged for me at once and I jumped out of the way but one of them caught me, giving the other a chance to sink their sharp teeth into my skin.

I can't do anything, but watch everyone get eaten by the fire. "Fuck you." "I'm sorry," he softly said, his voice has a trace of sadness and worries, but I'm in pain to notice his words, the next thing I knew is getting myself eaten by darkness. "I'll look for you, I promise..." it's the last word I muttered until I lost my consciousness. "Darling, You'll thank me for this."

He said and I smiled. "Let's sleep together." He said and pulled me down on the bed. He covered us with the duvet. I was laying right on top of him. Does he like to sleep like a sandwich? My eyes went on his chest and I saw those scars again. I didn't pay much attention to them when I first saw him shirtless. "Sebastian, where did you get these scars from?" I asked. "Oh, it's a typical scar I got from an extra-strong enemy," He said and my eyes widened. Typical Scar? This one doesn't look typical at all.

As if things couldn’t get worst as it is right now, her judgment betrays her greatly. Growls, loud, raw, angry and a crowd of them came from Adam side of the forest and a huge man, bigger than the creatures around him, surrounded by pure werewolves was ready to attack. It was without a doubt that the man in the middle was the leader. He has a long gash over his left eye. Scars painted his body and his left arm was covered by tribal tattoos. She knows his identity very well just by the stories Adam has told her before. Even from afar she can recognise him with ease.