Kaido Scars Novels & Stories

"Tell me about them. I want to know the stories behind each scar, the trials you've endured." Liam sighed, his gaze briefly flickering to the scars before returning to Rose's earnest gaze. "Some of the scars are from encounters with dangerous creatures, like the claw mark you were just tracing. That one is from a fierce battle with a monstrous beast deep in the forests of Eldoria. It took all of my strength to overcome it, and the scar serves as a reminder of the victory."

There was no 'us' in our future - We didn't have a future. By the goddess of creation, he is beautiful. I think while my eyes stay locked on him. Maybe not in your traditional way, but still, Kian's body tells a story, his scars weren’t a disfigurement to me, they were him, his map of life, everywhere he had been and everything he had experienced. And to me, that was sexy as all get out.

The crowd gasped, a unified sound of terror and awe. The man slowly lifted his head. It was Kairi. But it wasn't the Kairi I had lost. This was a Kairi forged in the crucible of the shattered multiverse. His face was harder, his eyes held a storm of cosmic weariness, and a jagged, luminous scar cut across his cheek, pulsing with the same dead light as the tear in the sky. But his eyes… when they found mine, the storm in them stilled. In their depths was the same fierce, unwavering love that had defied death itself.

The girl in the mirror standing opposite me was a girl broken and recombined with the improper pieces. "Pathetic," I muttered to myself. And I grinned. Cold, empty thing that it was, with no regard for the girl that once was me. Because what I discovered, Jake and Cassandra didn't kill me. Victoria didn't, either. They just provided justification for waking the hell up. I removed my makeup and cotton brushes wiped away like discarding the old me. I looked again and caught sight of something new in my eyes. Peace of anger. Hunger. "No more tears," I told myself. "Time they're sorry for all of this."

My boyf- fiancé! After everything, Kaden’s stab injury has been cleaned, fixed, his internal injuries resolved and he is healing well; it is a relief to see him regaining the colour in his features, and the smile appear on his lips. It makes my heart soar; me on the other hand, I’m still in recovery so to speak- my bruises and minor injuries are almost gone, but thanks to the severity of my thigh wounds and the several operations to remove glass and skin grafts, I am still in a lot of pain. I will scar slightly, but the grafts will minimise the lasting memories of that horrid incident. If it wasn’t for him, I know Ricky wouldn’t have hesitated to end my life.

I never liked people getting too close to me. It might have been my survival instincts and trust issues, but I'm used to people being cruel. With both my parents gone, years of surviving as a lone wolf taught me to expect only the worst in humans. Kindness isn't something I see every day. Scar watches me as I wrap up the cuts around my hand with a white cloth. As his name says, he has quite a glaring scar that runs from his left eye to the side of his jaw. His bare chest shows numerous tattoos and battle marks. A leather belt hangs on his waist, securing a pair of cargo pants.

I gulp, startled when my drink slips from my gasp. I’m hardly aware of Thalia fussing over me before she went away to get someone to clean the mess. My gaze remains glued to Cade, afraid if I blink away for a second, I’ll find him standing directly in front of me. There’s something different about him, just watching him up there. Perhaps because I have never seen him in his element until now. His tattoos are no longer hidden, the scar across his eyes giving him a dangerous look. I’ve never study him until now, because I’m now forced to. Remembering the time I walked in on him taking off his shirt, seeing the scars on his back. Which looks identical to the slash from his left eyebrow, down to

It darts forward to attack me. I tilt my body and dodge the attack. Then I summon up my strength and pounce on him. As I get close to him, I’m surprised to notice a long scar running from his forehead to his neck. It’s a long and horrible scar. I’m sure that I’ve seen it! He makes another attempt to attack me. I dodge, but the distraction of the scar and my dizziness slow me down. I’m attacked on my shoulder blade. And blood seeps through my shirt immediately. Damn it!

Then he's bare from the waist up, and I finally see what I've only felt through the bond. He's beautiful. Not in the way pretty boys are beautiful. In the way predators are beautiful. Broad shoulders. Muscled chest. A trail of dark hair disappearing beneath his waistband. Scars scattered across his ribs—some old and faded, some newer. The body of a man who has fought for everything he has. I reach up and trace one of the scars. A thin white line curving over his ribs. "Where did you get this?" "Knife fight. I was nineteen."

It had taken five grown men to drag Scars out of that car – seconds before it had exploded. His whole body was covered in burns, she knew that intimately. The most recent ones were from him running into the old Blue Dragon Ink tattoo parlour to rescue Zoe’s daughter Keira from an explosion and a fire. Scars had saved Keira’s life – but he’d done so at a huge physical and emotional cost to himself. Not that he regretted it, not for one second, but it had been one hell of a road to recovery. He was here, though. Here in one piece, so strong and loving. Her heart and her blood, her breath and soul. Her future husband. Her whole life.