Disney Villain Scar Novels & Stories

“I’m not. I can’t ever be that.” “Why not?” I felt childish, demanding answers so petulantly, but I couldn’t help it. “I can’t fight with you.” I snorted. “Nobody dares to fight Moose Creek. Haven’t you heard? I’m evil, Scar. The sort of monster that gets written about in myths and legends, every tale of me more sinful than the last.” I wiggled my eyebrows. “Just how I like it.” “They might dare if they find out your mate is practically human.”

"We've all been around her all the time!" "Well, Scar and I...have spent a lot of time together over the past few days," Shawn admitted before blushing. Scarlett buried her face in Shawn's chest and inhaled his scent as she craved his more warm embraces. Her Vamp Half side showed a lot of affection than anyone else originally depicted. Being that she has the look of the devil and could destroy anything within 5 feet close to her. Shawn's cheeks quickly reddened by her arousing gestures. "My One..." she murmured.

I guess this is what he wanted—having me wrapped around his finger. Suddenly, I feel a presence behind me, causing me to pause. The apple stops halfway to my mouth, and I softly turn my head to see a girl, bearly looking at the age of 17 or 18. She cast a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. I tilt my head. “Hi, I'm Scar and before you ask, I am also a werewolf, and Vance is my adopted father.” I raise an eyebrow to her words. Well, that’s new. What else am I unfamiliar with? I snort and go back to biting into my apple. "It would have been nice to meet you, Scar, if the circumstances had been different."

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

Marcus stepped behind her pushing the wheel chair out of the ward. Scar is seated on the bed wrapped in a duvet,she looks pale and weak with eye bags. Marcus set the camera facing her properly,her scars that made her look formerly dangerous now made her look vulnerable,like someone beaten down by life,a number of times. “Good day guys,I'm Scar ,yeah that's how I remember my name, though people call me Lisa but I don't feel connected to it” She coughed, Marcus passed her a handkerchief,her hands trembled as she collected it,she coughed into it,her body trembling as she coughed,she raised her tears filled eyes, sniffing softly.

He demands, but I do no such thing and stay rooted to my spot until he growls and moves to yank Ayesha off of Scar, who surprises not only me but also Tatum for growling back at him. “Hands off my mate!” she snarls, her claws slipping out before she slashes Tatum on his chest. Ayesha quickly slams back into Scar, sobbing into her chest, and she retreats wrapping her mate in one arm. “I have let you toy with her long enough, never again,” Scar growls menacingly, her eyes flickering to her wolf’s, determination roaring through the lava of fury in her eyes as she glared at him. The women looked on, unmoving as they watch Scar stand up to the villain who dominated their lives. I notice Thalia ta

“I’m not DONE, I accepted, seeing she wasn’t interested in you and I figured she would get back her memories and leave at some point but no, you had to fall cheaply for this slut’s tactics and once again, betrayed my trust and love for you!” I moved backwards as Scarlett spoke. She was breathing heavily, and smoke came out of her body holes. Something was wrong. “Scar! Calm down!” Cole said he moved into the room, wary of her. “I should calm down?” That only seemed to anger her the more. “I’ll show you the monster you’ve made me to be.” Within one second, Scar jumped into the air and mid way, transformed into a big red dragon, spewing fire in her wake. The building shook, and the pillars bro

He stepped back as he asked, "I get it, you don't want me to hurt your lover, I fully understand it." "What? that's not how it is, let me explain, this is just some misunderstanding." Scar said as she wanted to reach out to him but feared that he'd push her away. A bitter laugh escaped his lips, "Explain what? Your little lies, c'mon Scarlett I'm not a five years old, I saw you both sucking each other's faces, what is there to explain?” He paused, racking a hand through his hair in frustration, "When I got this, I didn't want to believe it. I thought it was a lie and everything was edited." He was referring to whatever was in the envelope he was holding.

Damien burst into laughter as if he had heard a joke but Scar could feel the rage that he was hiding behind the garb of chuckles. “No why would I? Didn’t you hear buddy, she doesn’t want me? Then why would I force her to accept me?” He said plainly and walked to the desk. Placing his palms on it, he leaned forward and stared at the whiteboard. His eyes held contempt, rage, and vengeance. Sneering, he again turned his face to the door and spoke in his deep voice. “She doesn’t want me, right? Then what about I make her?” Scar sighed at his response. He had expected this, “She doesn’t care for you, Damien. Sorry to say but she doesn’t even consider you as her choice.”

“And I regret it to this day! I hate being that friend, the one who paints her friend badly,“ Eloise says breathlessly. She screams in pain. “Don’t,” I interrupted. “Did you think I would forget? Not only did you lie to me back then, but you are lying to me now. Old habits die hard, I guess! I got up on my feet and turned to Scar, who leaned against the wall, arms folded across his broad chest. His face was a mess of scars; just like his name implied, he looked deadly and ready to deal with her. “Scar?” “Yes, ma'am!”