Kakashi Scars Novels & Stories

“You told me once you were addicted to my face. Said it was your drug. Well… it’s gone now. Just scars. So please—go find someone whole.” “I’m so sorry, Jake…” Ariana choked out. “Sorry?” I laughed bitterly, my head shaking. “I wish sorry could fix it.” And then—something warm touched me. A hand. Small. Soft. Real. It was Liz. I knew how her hands felt. “Jake…” Her voice was soft, trembling. Her eyes were dripping with tears, but she didn’t look away. She wasn’t afraid. She wasn’t disgusted. She was just… there. She touched my scars like they were nothing, tracing them without being disgusted.

The scent of roses mingles with the warm candlelight, setting the perfect scene for the night I have planned. "We’re going to relax together, just as we promised," I say gently. "We both need this." I begin lifting his shirt, but he takes over, peeling it away himself. My eyes trace over his body, drinking in the intricate ink that adorns his skin—the ancient markings of the first Alphas, lunar phases, constellations with their own stories, and scars, both old and new. One in particular catches my attention—the deep scratch running from his shoulder to his lower back, a reminder of Kane’s first attack on us. Yet, there are many others, older ones I’ve never asked about.

The sickness had ravaged their community, and it seemed as though no one was immune to its relentless grip. Caden and Lily entered the den, their faces etched with worry as they navigated the dimly lit space. They paused beside the bedside of Akira, a venerable elder of their pack, whose once vibrant spirit now seemed dimmed. Akira's fur, usually a magnificent blend of earthy browns, was now dull and matted. His sunken eyes met theirs, filled with a profound sadness that spoke volumes. “I’m sorry, Caden,” Akira whispered, his voice barely escaping his throat, strained and hoarse. “I wish I could have done more to shield the pack from this fate.”

“Well, he’s a force to reckon with obviously, to be honest. He rarely appears in public or any of the public pack events and many people are afraid of him. There’s this aura of power around him, you know? And that scar on his face… it’s from a battle, years ago,” I leaned in, trying not to show too much interest but my curiosity has been piqued now and I was dying to hear the rest of the story. I’d noticed Kai’s scar, of course – both he and his wolf had it. It was a jagged line that ran from his left temple to his jaw. It did nothing to diminish his handsomeness; if anything, it only added to his air of mystery and danger. “Well…” the girl hesitated “Some say, that he got the scar in a figh

I feared that such injuries might affect my ability to become a Warrior, so I nodded and said, “I have these… scars on my back. They haven’t healed properly. Could you take a look at them?” “Of course. Please remove your shirt.” Turning, I lifted my shirt by the hem and pulled it over my head. I was facing away, but I could hear Aaron’s sharp intake of breath. His fingers gently brushed over one of the scars, making me flinch. “What happened to you?” he asked. His voice was strained. “It’s a long story.”

I sipped on it, closing my eyes to savour the taste and the sting. “Scar,” I called calmly, placing the glass back on the table. A bald-headed man stepped out from the shadows and the look on Kilan's face further contorted to intense fear and shock. Scar bowed his head slightly toward the camera. “Two limbs,” I said bringing the glass of wine to my lips again, sipping on the contents. Scar's face lit up at my words. A maniacal grin spread across his lips as he made his way to a table placed behind Kilan's head. The table was covered in tools meant for the purpose of inflicting pain. He picked up a sickle, felt the tip with his finger, and nodded approvingly.

I instinctively stride to the other side, for I hate to even feel his presence. "Is that so? I thought you called me here, what a pity.” He slides his hand absently on the marble countertop, his legs moving ditto. I gulp, holding myself tightly inside. He then looks up at me. “I tried so hard to forget you, Kira, but you see this?" He shows me the little scar on his left jaw, and I swallow hard at the recognition of it. I inflicted it on him, and I could do it again without thinking twice.

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.

Amino dug his nails into the armchairs, trembling in anger. The dress she was wearing was modest at the front, but her back was exposed. The scars on the back soon became the eyes target of the other people. “I want to fucking kill them.” He clenched both his teeth and his fists. Ryuzaki could only swallow hard. Unexpectedly, he was charmed by Shadow’s back. The scars on her body seemed to be like it was carved by a knife. However, the scar was treated like a tattoo because he could see the angry eagle or falcon on that body.

Skyla's hand fled to her chest when she had a glimpse of his fully naked upper body. His body was badly bruised and had scars all over it! Skyla exclaimed, "I thought one deep scar might be responsible for all of this…" With that she lifted her eyes to gape at his blood covering the ground before getting back her gaze at his chest and then his abs. She continued in her mind, "But there are scars all over his body! It's impossible for me to conceal all of them! This doesn't look like an animal attack! I don't see any person would have done this much harm to me after all he seems strong enough to face whatever comes his way!" Skyla's eyes got teary and her heart got heavy on seeing the amount