Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

"I have survived the Dark Moon Trials and the bloodbaths of the Silverfang Experimental Compound. A few stitches will not break me." The room drops into a heavy silence. Behind the healer, Idris pulls his fists so tight his knuckles pop. Three deep scars... permanent marks carved into her flesh. I will track down every male involved in this raid. I will rip their throats out and feed their remains to the border beasts. They will learn what happens when you touch what belongs to the Alpha. The healer finishes securing the last suture, applying a thick paste of lunar herbs before wrapping the limb tightly in fresh linen.

“Why did you lose control? I did nothing wrong other than touching you.” “Touching me is everything wrong,” he chips in. “But then I’m still an asshole for reacting in that manner.” “Do you hate my hands on you that much?” My heart clenches with pain. It hurts that he hates me touching him, but as for me… I’d kill to have his fingers on my body. “You’re not at fault, Lira. I have scars all over my body and it’s traumatizing. It itches when someone touches me.” Scars?

" Jordan thought Tristan wouldn't believe him, so he pulled out his phone to show the picture. Tristan grabbed the phone and slammed it to the ground. The screen cracked. "Tristan?" "Get out!" Jordan, bewildered, didn't understand what had triggered Tristan. He picked up the phone and ran off. The others exchanged awkward glances. "Tristan, maybe you should call Esther. It could just be someone who looks like her." Tristan held his phone but suppressed the urge to call her. The image of Esther holding hands with that man from the reunion flashed in his mind, and his heart suddenly felt empty.

As long as I was on Gil's back, my aura repelled him enough to be bearable for Gil. Drix and I were not on talking terms. Scarlette returned when I was asleep so I wasn't able to help him control his temper. Scarlette had a large scar on her arm and cheek that was struggling to heal. It looked like she was burnt with flame and then strangled with something. No one would tell me what happened so I commanded Gillian to tell me what happened. My command held superiority over Drix when it came to guard-gifted so Gil confessed.

Every spare ounce of desire in my body transmuted into something white hot and heavy in my gut, morphing into absolute rage. A patina of white and red scarring extended from the delicate curve of her shoulder past her collarbone. It was not a clean scar—I’d seen mating bites before, but none so mangled as this one. It looked like he’d tried to get her, and she’d fought against it tooth and nail, requiring him to bite more than once. I brushed my fingertip over a divot in her skin where she hadn’t quite healed, where part of her would always be missing.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

A smile of a devil. He hold out a hand and then reached for her face. He caresses her small pale face with his big palm and long fingers. He touched and tapped her cheek gently with his thumb. It was cold. Her face was cold and she was close to having frostbite. He frowned at the texture. It was unpleasant to touch. His thumb went to her lips next. He rubbed it and instead of feeling the soft, delicate, and plump feeling he always felt before, his thumb felt a whole different texture. It was rough as sandpaper but as his finger wandered, he touched a sticky liquid.

My father and Noah both laughed. “Shut up,” Scar growled. “The truth hurts, princess,” Ad remarked with a smirk on his face. Scar ran to him and punched him, and I struggled with my confines. Scar ripped his shirt off and tossed it to the ground. His eight-pack abs and muscular back were on display. He wasn’t as attractive as Nicolas, but he was nonetheless appealing. What got my attention was his body was littered with marks. Same as Nicolas. And I know who did it.

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.