Disney Villain Scar Novels & Stories

"If we're going to win this war ... I can't let myself be distracted, especially not by a witch." "I understand," Scar said, "but that doesn't mean we can't enjoy each other's company while we can. It might be what you need right now. To relax, even if you find that sleep keeps eluding you." Scar looked deep into Scar's dark green eyes, curiosity growing inside him. At what point had she changed from that spiteful, terrified creature he'd cornered in the woods, and brought to his kingdom against her will, to this elegant, fierce woman who looked like she could command an army without flinching?

Oh, they were still the same incredible color, somewhere between onyx and gold, still flecked with those heart-dizzying little specks of lighter color and still surrounded by those unfairly long, thick dark lashes. ‘Get a hold on yourself, girl!’ Veronica thought when she felt his gaze on her. Yes, all that was still familiar to her, but the lazily sensual way they were studying her, the subtle but very male message she could read in them as Sasha’s gaze flicked over her T-shirt-covered breasts and her slim waist in the plain blue jeans... That was most certainly not familiar to her, at least not from Sasha Neville-Talbot, the man who scared her soul for life. The man that crushed her heart

That was his biggest regret, but Scar had never brought it up knowing she had labored very quickly. “You get to have your fun still,” Scar said as he had wrapped the silken cords around her body again. He had become an old pro at this as he was so careful when she was pregnant when they did play. “I have never stopped having my fun, my love.” He said with a smiled that crinkled his eyes at the corners. Those were the only lines on his face. His hair had already been so light that no one could ever tell if it was white or blonde. Scar’s appearance had not changed that much either. It had often had many people thinking that she had loads of work done to herself. “You are simply too beautiful f

Dickson. “How DARE you!” Scar’s voice shattered the silence, her amber eyes flashing with such venomous rage. She spat her words, each one aiming directly at my heart. Her beautiful face contorted with disgust, transforming the woman I loved into someone I barely recognized. “If I had known you were such a pathetic, spineless FAILURE, do you honestly believe I would have bound myself to you? You worthless bastard.” “Scar, please, just listen—” My desperate plea withered under her furious glare.

And now, here I was, imprisoned like some helpless creature, at the mercy of the wicked Scar and his ruthless minions. The name of Scar sent a shudder down my spine, eliciting a primitive wave of repulsion within me. Tales of his savagery and thirst for power had been passed down through generations, a tribute to his standing as the deadliest enemy my family had ever faced. His penchant for causing pain and misery knew no bounds, and now, he held my brother, Hendrix, and me imprisoned, mere pieces in his sick game of vengeance against our parents. The mere thought of Scar's name struck me with a sensation of dread. His notoriety preceded him, casting a lengthy shadow over our position. It wa

I could see the genuine fear in his eyes, and I couldn’t blame him. Scarlett wasn’t just another Luna. She was the first female Valkin—a force unmatched, strong and unyielding. She wasn’t someone anyone could take lightly, and Garland clearly understood that now. She was a force of nature, and she was ours.

He picked up a sickle, felt the tip with his finger, and nodded approvingly. He made his way to Kilan who had no shirt on only his shorts and placed the tip of the sickle on his nipple, dragging the weapon down and drawing a thin string of blood with it. I knew he would want to take more than a limb. Greedy. “Don’t be greedy. ” The glee on Scar's face faded, he looked like a child whose treat had been snatched away.

“Why is it that you call me Scar?” I giggle, “Well the first time I saw you shirtless I noticed you had scars all over your chest and for some reason that stuck for me. Plus I love the Lion King and at the time you were the villain of my story.” He ducks his head down and whispers in my ear making me squirm, “the villain eh?” I push away from him and bite my lip to prevent a moan from escaping. He straightens back up before saying “I’ve actually never seen that movie before.”

Making a turn, my gaze caught on my reflection in a silverware tray and the feeling of disgust also settled within me. The girl staring back had a terrible scar running from the left side of her forehead down her half open nose, half missing lips to the right side of her jawline. Although she could see fairly well, one of her eyes was misty like a dull cloud on a boring day while the other was a vibrant forest green. I was a deformed girl. A freakshow that had no business being at the Luna Queen’s birthday party. Especially, since she hates my family with a passion. “Are you having fun?”

She asked curiously but something doesn't add up. I mean I have asked him about the scars and he insinuated that it was BDSM gone wrong and honestly I didn't think much of it because that was when we just lost our parents and he was a little rebellious at that point but I still think she got the wrong guy... I mean now I understand why she fled immediately she saw him shirtless but anyone could have a similar scar, right?