Kaido Scars Novels & Stories

Under the shower, against the wall, and maybe on the floor also. But who's complaining? As Kai walked out of the shower with her, her eyes wandered over the scars on his back once again. She always wondered about them. She knew they weren't from the battles he had fought, they were like someone had whipped him to insanity. Deep, long, and looking almost painful even after healing. She always wanted to ask him about them without hurting his feelings. But she always stopped herself because she didn't know what would be his reaction. She didn't want to upset him. But now the curiosity was killing her inside.

The scars on my back would take longer to heal because of the repetitive nature of the beatings but they would get better gradually. But Prince Kai was a royal wolf, he should’ve had no problem healing a scar. The scar on his face was deep and jagged, looking fresh Prince Kai let go of my chin and I moved closer to him, still examining the scar with curiosity. “You can feel it.” My hand was already close to his face so I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb over the line staining his face. A tingle raced through my thumb and I pulled back before pressing it again, feeling the same sensation.

"No way! I saw her sell her kidneys. She still has the scar. Your skills must be off. Get someone else." The doctor slammed the chart down on the desk, his anger barely contained behind his mask. "I've been a doctor for 50 years. I can tell a missing kidney by touch," he said. "I'd stake my career on it. The patient has both kidneys. That scar you mentioned? Just from an appendectomy. If you don't believe me, I can run tests right now." His words hit like a hammer. Andre eyed Natalie suspiciously, but before he could speak, she turned pale, grabbing his hand. "This hospital is messed up. I want a transfer."

It was the same smirk her father used when he was closing a deal. Kael sighed. He slowly peeled off his sweat-soaked t-shirt. Aurora’s breath hitched. His torso was a map of scars. Old knife wounds from his training in Siberia, burn marks from the battle on the ship... and now, the fresh, angry red burn on his ribs. She reached out. Her fingers were cool against his hot skin. She traced the edge of the wound. "You took this for me," she whispered. "I'd do it again," Kael said, his voice rough. He wasn't looking at her hands. He was looking at her lips.

“I'm sorry—I just . . . It's just a lot to remember.” “For what it's worth, I'm sorry about what you went through while you were in that pack.” I shook my head. “What the pack did to me is like a grain of sand in the desert compared to what I endured at the hands of my supposed mate. Unfortunately, I don't have the scars to prove it because of my healing abilities, but he never failed to use it to his advantage.” Kaiden's eyes narrowed. “Did he ever . . .?” he didn't have to finish the statement, but I could tell what he was asking.

So why was his body like this? “Keilo I-” “You haven’t stepped up to the plate.” His head snapped towards his high rank. He could see his battle scar running across his face, a part of his jawline mauled, left by the slaughter he did to their enemies. His hair was a golden buzz cut from being mended by his Sages. He could see the sneer he tried to hide. He felt challenged. Slowly rising up from his seat. His feet were forcing him to steady.

Worst to the well of not a typical one-night stand, but in the world of the famous Yaoi genre. “Tsk!” smirking, he took a deep breath out, looking at his reflection as the droplets of water from his hair is dripping onto every section of his fair skin down to his neckline and chest. Just then as he looks at himself in the mirror, the scar in between his chest that he slowly touches tracing it as the past he regretted and was too weak to fight back then, and leaves him of who he is now is somewhat knocking the hated tone back to him right now.

"This place is all girly and it nauseates me" I bursted into laughter at what he said, I just really like the fact that he manages to make me happy. He held my hand and took me out of the room taking me to his own room where I was before. We entered and he sat me on the bed, he walked towards his table and then came back holding a round white cream jar stuff. I stared at it. "Whats that?". "It can help you take away those marks on you and heal your scars". "Reece ..".

“If you give in, he wins. Stay with me!” Her father sneered. “He’ll die for you, Akira. And when he does, it’ll shatter you, leaving only me to pick up the pieces.” His shadows struck out like serpents, attacking from every side. Kaidën sliced one in half and dodged another, but the third one smashed into him, throwing him against a pillar. The impact rattled the room. “Kaidën!” Akira’s scream erupted from her throat. She rushed toward him, her hands shaking as she tried to help him up. His lip was bleeding, his breaths came hard, but he managed a grin.

It feels important, like this is the start of something but I have no idea what. “No, you need to leave.” I sigh and try to sound as confident as I normally feel; I know it falls flat when Gideon says nothing and just continues with lathering up his chin. When he starts to scrape off the small hairs on his chin with a razor, I realise he’s not paying me any attention. Glancing at the shower, I debate just running from the room and how far I’ll get before the rope-happy Alpha gets to me. I know it won’t be far so I turn my back on him and slowly start to undress. With each piece of clothing I remove, I visualise the scars that Gideon will see if he looks at me. I have a nasty scar up the back