Kakashi Scars Novels & Stories

A gasp slips out of my throat and I bring my hands to my lips as I stare at them. Nikolai turns then, his eyes meeting mine from across the dimly lit kitchen and I feel my chest restrict against my breathing. “Solnyshko,” the surprise in his voice is evident, his green eyes meeting mine in a hard look. “Who did this to you?” I ask before I can stop myself. With the way he's standing now, the scars are barely visible, but I can still remember the way the lines are carved into his skin, running from the centre of his back and stopping just on top of his collarbone.

“Well, this wouldn’t be the first time you are trying to impale something through my skin. You father and you did a great job in wiping out my entire pack. Know now that my fight with you isn’t just because of Scarlett.” He glared at me for a second, then yelled. “What pack are you talking about?” “You must have killed a lot of people and destroyed a lot of packs for you not to remember which one.” I turned my back to show him a scar that was designed with tattoos. “You gave me that scar twelve years ago. You thought you killed everyone in the Haaland pack? Did you think your secret would be buried forever?” He stepped back in shock, narrowing his eyes. “You…are alive!”

I remember this one, because it felt like they used a barbed tip on the end of the whip that time. How is it possible you have these and I never noticed before?” “I covered them with tattoos almost immediately and the silver in the tattoo ink can leave some small scarring giving me the excuse I needed. I thought they were some kind of result of shifting and that maybe something went wrong or it was a sign that I was a gamma. But, just like the asthma attack I got when you were in Lucas’ office hearing about going to warrior training or when you stopped breathing when Ava told you about the threat made to the pack, it was a sign that you needed me and I wasn’t where I needed to be.” His ey

I ignored Jonas’ protest and went to stand beside Lisa, my eyes pleading. “Please lift your hair and show me your neck.” “Okay, okay. Calm down. Here, look.” Gently, she turned her head, exposing her neck where the scar was. I gasped, my heart pounding. It was the same. The same shape, the same size, the same location. It was Kiara’s scar. It had to be. “How did you get this scar?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “It’s from horseback riding,” she replied, her voice trembling. Her words left me gasping for breath, my mind reeling with possibilities.

He just hummed in response. I looked around and could feel Koa “snapping pictures” for lack of better term at the moment. There had to be at least 100 people up here. We were walking up to one of the warriors who had scars all over his body. For a wolf to have scars, they had to of been wounded horribly to the brink of death, that their wolf couldn’t heal them fast enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this warrior had been through to be a lycan and have all those scars.

Tyson is eager to start tracking. “Karen received extensive damage to the right side of her face and top of her head. Part of her scalp was torn off. They were able to sew it back in place to some degree. She also received deep lacerations, which caused nerve damage, so the right side of her face dropped. She also lost the function of her right eye, and it’s has a distinctive cloudy look now.” After the description of the old women, by the look on their faces, they wanted to know more because they knew Amelie’s wolf was sealed. “I don’t know how the injuries were sustained. Moving onto Tate.” I had to pause to control my anger. How could a mate do what he did? “He has a large gash scar on hi

I heard their loud cries of agony as my claws sank into their guts and my fangs into their necks. I could taste their blood, feel the warm, thick liquid bathing my arms up to my elbows with each body that dropped to the floor...lifeless. I didn't bother to stop my wolf, there was no point. I was in survival mode at the moment and nothing else made sense, but violence. At the end of the bloody, mindless massacre, only one man was standing or rather...limping. Sicko, who had a nasty scar on his right thigh, limped backwards. His jaw was broken and he was bleeding terribly from his neck.

They described her as one filled with rage. “Rage?” I questioned. “You have to believe me. I knew you would have your doubts, that is why I have evidence with me,” they said, trying to prove their self. I was shown a scar left behind after Kiara’s attack and it looked nothing like the scar inflicted by a wolf. “This belongs to no wolf,” I said to them, examining the scar. “Exactly. She inflicts this without transforming. She manifests her powers as Kiara still, not a creature nor a wolf,” they responded, covering the scar.

Like I have two dimples when I smile while Emily has two but one is not that deep. I have a small birthmark just above my navel, which Emily doesn't have. When I went out two days ago to meet up with Maddie at Starbucks, people were congratulating me on my wedding. I was too embarrassed to say I'm not the one getting married but my twin. Nobody will believe me, anyway. So I thanked them and smiled politely at them. At the mall, when we went shopping for wedding gifts, someone congratulated me, and I told him I wasn't the one he never believed me.

"It took me a lot of time." "Trust me, no one can know that better than I do," Yashvir chuckled, making her laugh. They calmed down a moment later, and Ahankara traced her fingers over his scar again. She then leaned in, and pressed her lips to it, placing a kiss on it. Yashvir smiled, before moving slightly away from her. He pointed to another scar on her chest, and she smiled and kissed it as well. "Wait a minute," Yashvir smirked, before turning over. His back was full of tiny little marks, making Ahankara frown.