Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

He took a box beside the stuffed toy. “This is the ring that I bought after finishing an assignment in Sibayan. I still remember how it brought me excitement and joy when I purchased it.” His eyes were smiling as he reminisced the scene. He carefully opened the small box, there revealed a yellow gold ring adorned with a fully grown flower situated in the middle. It was so pretty. It matches perfectly to a young woman like her. “I have no idea that I couldn't give this to you. Instead, this is what I recieved.” Her orbs stared at a certain scar engraved on his arm. It was a long mark. A very apparent one at that. Just as she thought, written on his arm was her name. “But I'm here, Miguel. Yo

"Cat scratch fever is no joke." The corner of his mouth curved into a heart-stopping smile. He straightened his arm out, emphasizing that I didn't need to worry. "Don't worry about me." I tilted my head to the side, a question falling passed my lips. "If you heal that fast, why do you have so many scars?" Well, that felt insensitive to say out loud, but Kit didn't seem remotely bothered by it. "My scars are from wounds that would have killed me if I was human."

Circular, linear, triangular scars of all shapes and sizes marred his skin, fierce and haunting. Patricia recoiled in horror, her hands trembling as she pushed his clothes back into place. Indeed, there wasn't an untouched spot on his skin. All were scars of varying sizes. What kind of cruelty leaves marks that never fade? Manda had beaten her too, but she had never been left with a single scar. Patricia covered her mouth with her hand, tears falling one by one, too heartbroken to speak. Hunter quickly grabbed his coat from the chair and put it on.

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

Takeshi paused placing his leg up on the glass table. “But I know for sure he must have done something, something that is going to leave a huge scar on my life once again” Takeshi mumbles as he was wearing a black sleeveless shirt. Revelling the scars all over his arms and also the ones which were peeking out through his black shirt. As his fingers traced the scar over his arm. Zen just remained quiet with his hands behind his back. “Even though I’m happy no matter what he has still left the memories imprinted along with the mento-”

He gently pulled my hand away, revealing my scar to him. “Don’t hide yourself from me.” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be turned off by the sight of my scar, it looks disgusting, Alder .” My mate laughed, a rough sound deep in his throat. He gripped my waist, eyes hungry and possessive. “You look like a goddess, Cassie. Your scar doesn’t make you any less desirable for me. Or do you find my scars repulsive? I have plenty of them, from the surgery that almost took my life, from trainings, so many of them.”

Dimitri. He looked exactly as I remembered from my recent nightmares—tall, elegant, cruel mouth curved in a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Only now three thick white scars ran from his hairline to his jaw, courtesy of the day Xeros had nearly killed him. They made his grin look even more monstrous. “Hello, my babies,” he purred. My legs turned to water. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Demetria’s fingers dug into my arm, hard enough to bruise.

“That’s when I got these earrings, which help regulate my yang so that it could weaken my Yin. It worked for a few years before I grew uncontrollable again so I used an old bunker every month for my rampages.” “And your scars are from self-harm?” Misako inquires upon seeing them all over his neck and body. “Yeah, I also had to put ointment on my face so that the scars can heal faster. Even without them, the scars go away. At least until I get new ones.” “Any other side effects.” “Well if you must know, I’d get insanely hungry after the rampages, my hair permanently turned white, and every month, these rampages attack my heart.”

The Adversary Dark Prince (POV) When people notice the jagged scar on my arm, their eyes often widen with worry, and they jump to conclusions that are far from the truth. It's a common reaction, especially in a world where scars usually hint at pain or violence. But this scar tells a different story—it's not a sign of suffering; it's a symbol of something beautiful and meaningful in my life. Each curve and line of the scar represents resilience and a deep bond that has lasted through challenges, showing that not all scars are reminders of hurt. Instead, it reminds me of love and the strength I've gained along my journey.

“We will be just like them. Carefree and happy. Just us!” The image felt so vivid that it almost hurt. Zylar started whimpering for our mate now. But that prolonged gaze made me notice a strange thing. A scar! There was a faint line, thin, pale, but unmistakable, cutting across Adrian's face. It was like a sharp object had sliced his face in half. The moment Zylar noticed it, she spoke seriously. “Liora, when did this scar appear on Adrian’s face? I haven’t seen it before.”