Yuji Itadori Scars Novels & Stories

It was already really bloated and dark. -What eyes do you mean?- He pressed slowly. The answer was slow in coming but when it did the two men frowned. -The same ones that the person who did this to me had,- she pointed out her scars. Both the expression of one and the other was indecipherable. Vladek nodded at Izen and he responded in kind. The older one walked over to Jade and grabbed her arm before she fell over once he let go of Izen and tried to step back to put some distance.

How much I would want to wipe that stupid smile off his face. He wants what I had only offered to one person. Jude. He has a brutal scar on his forehead. And it looks fresh like he had gotten it very recently. That is the very spot. Without thinking much on it, I take my head back and use all the energy I can summon and hit my aching head right on that scar. With a pain filled wail, he releases my hair and takes two steps back. I take a moment to see his eyes closed and his face scrunched up in pain.

The nightmares proved that. It had been days since I woke fully. The deep slash from Jade’s knife had closed, skin knitting together in a raised, angry line that shimmered faintly silver under light, catching the eye like a brand. My body carried scars now… permanent ones I’d never had before. Faint lines crisscrossed my arms, shoulders, thighs from the brands, the cuts, the burns Jade had inflicted with such calculated cruelty. They didn’t fade like old wounds but stayed, etched deep, a visible map of what I’d endured, reminders that my blood, my power, had been turned against me in the worst ways.

I headed upstairs, legs feeling heavier with each step. The bathroom door clicked shut behind me. I stripped out of the hoodie and borrowed clothes, letting them pool on the tile. The mirror fogged slightly as hot water streamed from the showerhead, but I caught a glimpse of myself first: faint bruises on my hips from their grips, red marks on my thighs, and those three perfect bite scars on my shoulders and neck. Vincenzo’s amber claim, Lorenzo’s gold hunger, Valentino’s silver reverence. I reached up to touch one—just to trace the edge, see if it was healing.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."

Kyros grabbed him by his face and spoke through gritted teeth, "Your reaction leaves me feeling useless, Lucian. Aren't you scared?" Lucian wasn't angered by Kyros' actions. He showed no inclination to engage. The calmer he remained, the more hysterical Kyros became. He forcefully tore Lucian's clothes, exposing the scars on his chest. "Have you forgotten the pain after your scars healed?" His fingers danced across a scar and forcefully dug his nails in. Blood dripped down between the cracks of his fingers and onto the sheets. "Shall I help jog your memory? Back in that basement …"

Eros I opened my eyes and saw blood on my hands. The blood was all over my body. I looked everywhere and saw glass shards, smoke and people looking at me with shock evident on their faces, some even had worry. I looked at myself through one of the shattered glass and screamed out of shock. It was not me. Blood and wounds all over my face. My beauty….it's gone.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

Asher called but I can't find it in me to look away from Logan's nipple. "You know I was joking right?" Logan said but I just can't look at anything else. "Excuse me." He said and left and even though he is no longer standing in front of me, I still can't look at anything else... I can vividly see the scar staring back at me. "Nicole, are you okay." Asher called and tapped me at the same time and that's when I finally snapped out of it, it was like the scar held me in a trance.

I hurriedly went to him and asked "Doctor h-how is she?" My voice cracked "She is completely fine. She hit her head with something which caused her to faint and open up the old scar that was on her head. Which caused the bleeding" The doctor said "Old scar?" I asked confused "Yes, the area where she got hit was already cut before. But yes her foot is injured and she will have difficulty walking for a month or two. Rather than that she is fine. She has not woke up yet and it will take her time"