Disney Villain Scar Novels & Stories

But what shocked me most was his face. The rumors said he was a disfigured, ugly monster. But the man before me had a face so handsome it was almost unnatural. His features were as sharp as a marble sculpture, his skin a sickly pale, and his deep green eyes were bottomless pits. There were no scars on his face, no sign of disfigurement at all. This was Caspian Valerius, the most feared king of Chicago's underworld. He didn't even glance at me. From the moment he walked in, he was speaking in a low voice to the lawyer beside him, his expression so cold it was as if he were here to sign a simple business contract.

Do I look really ugly with these scars that I can’t be recognized after claiming that fact? A tear escape my eyes as the images of my past flashed back repeated. Where my pack bullies me repeatedly behind my father’s back. When I was supposedly enjoying my childhood with the girls of my age rather than locking myself up in my room. I was enduring everything since day one, making me look like a damsel in distress when in fact the Alpha could punish them for doing so. But I don’t want them to treat me nicely just because I am the Alpha’s daughter. I want them to see my worth as well as a werewolf, who deserves respect. Calypso, the only person whom I thought accepted me for who I am, and tru

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

Aiden looks like he might be sick, while Jasper and Marcus both look pissed. I turn back to Zahra just as she stands up straight, and I finally see what they’re staring at. Her back is covered in angry red and white scars, crisscrossing into a horrible lattice over her skin. My stomach churns at the sight. I knew her father had hurt her, but this is the first time I’m seeing the damage with my own eyes. I watch the realization dawn in her expression, and the look on her face nearly breaks me. Stepping forward, I try to ease her anxiety, wanting to brush this off for her sake. “Hey, little one. It’s good to see you enjoying yourself after this morning. How are you feeling?”

"No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long ago, scars were highly prized in our community?" I just blinked at him, and fortunately enough, he continued without waiting for my answer. "Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more!

“This is going to sound insane, but I think you're my sister.” I blinked at him, sure the hunger was making me hallucinate. “That's not possible. I don't have any siblings.” “Half-sister,” he corrected, his voice gaining confidence. “Same mother, different fathers. My name is Kieran Valdris.” The surname. Even in our isolated pack, everyone knew that name. The Valdris family ruled the most powerful pack in North America—the Crimson Moon Pack. “You're lying.” But even as I said it, I knew he wasn't. The familiar scent, the way his features echoed mine—the same nose, the same stubborn chin.

But I still couldn't help myself, I couldn't. But Scar wasn't done with her yet “Did you ever think of me for once? Of the child, she's carrying? Did you ever think of how unnecessary it was to end one’s life? Arielle’s life? ” He raised his voice at her and the older woman cower in fear. “Scar calm down please calm down” she whispered pleadingly and placed her hand lightly on his shoulder trying to get a hold of me “Don't touch me!!” he yelled, pushing her hands off as if she was repulsive and she shrunk under the force of his fiery green eyes.

before the door opened and boy I am not expecting what I witnessed Scar is a girl with pixie cut black hair with brown eyes. She has a nose ring and she have tatoos all over her right arm. I know staring is rude but I can not help it. I did not expect that she will look like this. I smiled so wide I am sure she can see my wisdom tooth and shouted at the same time hug her. *weird side activated* "You are so awesome! Are you Scar? Oh my gosh! Does it hurt when you were inked? Can I have one too?!"

Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him. "So Scar is a villain, I like that, I'm sure you know this by now, I love villains. I identify as one."