Live Action Lion King Scar Novels & Stories

But then— Relief. Instantly, every ache vanished. The throb in my leg was gone, my back no longer ached, even the scratches from the bats had disappeared. I felt… alive and strong. My wolf stirred with a vitality I hadn’t felt in years, stretching inside me like it had just been freed from chains. I unfastened the clip in my hair, letting it fall in long, loose waves around my shoulders. Carefully, I cut a single stem of the Lion’s Mane, wrapping it in my hair until it was snug, and then clipped it in place to hold it secure.

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

he said putting out the fire of his cigarette before walking away. The feeling of jumping on the bed causing Jasmine to awaken from her peaceful slumber as she groaned, "Wake up, birthday, girl!" Scar yelled before plopping down beside her as Jasmine turned on her side completely ignoring Scar's outburst, "Leave me alone, Scar, it's not my birthday yet," she mumbled before a set of giggles filled her room.

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

"Is that fear, Scar? Or is it something else?" Scar. The pet name that ruined my life and still threatened to do the same again. "I don't—" My voice came out unsteady, barely a whisper. "I don't know." "Really?” The strap of my nightdress slipped an inch off my shoulder under his fingers, achingly slow, and I watched it happen in the mirror like it was happening to someone else.

She chuckled her lashes fanning her cheeks. I didn't say anything. "Is there something important you have to say Lisa? As you can see I'm getting ready." I styled my strawberry blonde hair in a simple low bun. Nothing extra. "I will really like to see how you will manage this. You're always so calm. Now I'll finally see something." She put on fake doe eyes as she clapped her hands together. "I am worried about you, though. I've heard the stories about Cassian. I heard he lives like an animal and has this horrid deformity on his face. I can't imagine waking up to that face every day." She shuddered.

Bobby shrieked running into Ann's arm, and wraping hee arms around Ann's neck as her brother tickled under her feet. "You can escape my wrath Bobby" George said from below. "I'm sorry Bobby , there Is hardly anything I can do when you go caught" Ann laughed. She looked so happy, and he could notice that she was a naturale with children. Her smile was so affecting he could not help but smile while watching them. "Don't worry princess, uncle Richard will save you" Richard said effectively gaining the attention of the whole room. "Uncle Lichyy!" Bobby shrieked almost jumping down from Ann's body in her hasteto get to her uncle.

As soul ripping as it is compassionate. "Chidi." He mouths again. "Uh-hm?" I grunt, exasperated. He settles at the rim of the vitafoam. "Mummy filed the divorce." You know that scence from Disney's The Lion king where Simba found out that it was Scar, his uncle, that tossed his daddy off the cliff. Where he roared and growled and clawed his way up Scar's paw back to the top of the mountain. That is how I sit up in bed.

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.

Aurora stared at the Scar and asked. “Me?” the Scar giggled, “No, no, no, no…And you will never have the chance to meet with the king ever. Because your life ends—TODAY.” The Scar flung at Aurora. Aurora rolled to the side, narrowly escaping his attack. But the next second, her rare left leg got caught in a wolf’s mouth. A piercing pain shoot through her body. Aurora screamed and struggled to pull her leg back but failed. The Scar opened its mouth and was about to bite down on Aurora’s neck—