Live Action Lion King Scar Novels & Stories

"Confused? Well I guess this will clear everything." Taking out a handkerchief from her pocket, she closes her eyes to remove the make up from her face. Making the lines of her scar to become visible. The press zooms in the cameras and gasp leaves everyone's lips.Their eyes almost coming out of their sockets. "This is my true self. This is who Vivian Lockwood is." There is silence for few minutes to only have the talks to begin. Is that a scar? It looks so ugly When did she got it?

She got shy and embarrassed when my eyes landed on her left cheek again where the huge scar was. There was a part of me that felt crushed as I looked at her scar. It was just like we were both the same. I had my own serious flaws. For one, the inability to control my wolf. Because of this, I had been mocked and insulted even if I was the King. They didn't appreciate my love for the entire Kingdom. All I wanted was love, but they wouldn't give it to me. And the useless Omega in front of me too. Both of us were...

Soon men were cracking little jokes and laughing. “King Leon, we heard you had a new mate, Where is she?” It was Scar, a short king of the Westwoods Lycan clan. His eyes shone with humor and anticipation. I could tell how pleased he was to have mentioned this. He was a smart one, we barely tolerated each other other especially since we both wanted Lea and I beat him and won her over. I knew he had not forgiven me for taking her from him, for having her first, and he was not willing to forgive me. Now was the perfect time for him to mock me. The room fell awkwardly silent . Even the musicians, the dancers and the entertainers stopped moving, the music stopped playing and everyone waited to se

He said slowly as everyone turned their gaze back to Director Evans. The old man blinked at them innocently, “Scar is Zaire,” he answered simply, “You didn’t know about this?” The others stared at him in complete bewilderment. What the hell was that supposed to mean? “Zaire Ludovic is whom you’re calling this… Scar?” Lana asked carefully, her brows furrowed sloghtlu in confusion, “And he’s supposed to be important to me?” “Well, yes, “Director Evans answered , shrugging his shoulders, “How can you say you have never heard of Scar, the biggest…”

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

My eyelids snapped open once again and I stared at him wide-eyed as Leon stepped back, looking as confused as I was. Was he scared of me? Why was Leon scared of me? I looked at Leon with disbelief, he seemed frozen in place, his mouth opened slightly but no words came out. His chest heaved and he took a sharp breath to try to steady his own breathing. He turned his back on me and marched into the forest. I didn't see any sign of Zoey, I ran to Scar, he was laying lifeless on the cold ground and I could clearly see the amount of blood seeping out from his wounds.

Standing until all the attention was completely on me, I waited a few moments longer like I planned for this. Then, I moved. It wasn't a nervous walk. It wasn't a hurried pace either. It was a calm, measured stroll. The stroll of a person who owned the place. The stroll of the Luna. "Who is she?" some people asked. "What's that scar on her face?" others asked. "Why is she fat? What kind of werewolf is fat?" some others asked. "She looks disgusting!" they mocked. I heard a few chuckles and giggles here and there, but I kept my face straight and head forward, entirely committed to my strut.

“I can send Beta Marcus to represent us. You don't have to—” “I'll go.” His eyebrows shot up. “Kaia, you don't have to prove anything. Not to me, not to them.” “I'm not trying to prove anything.” I turned from the window to face him fully. “I'm Princess Kaia Valdris of the Crimson Moon Pack. They invited my pack, they get me.” “Are you sure? Because once we walk in there, there's no hiding who you are. They'll know exactly what you've become.”

I was rewarded with scars. "Rainbow?" I heard a voice call and this broke me out of my reverie. I flinched and relaxed again when I remembered that I was just in the hospital. The doctor was examining my scars to see how I was progressing. The accident had happened six months ago. I should have healed immediately after but the burning pain had been so intense that it rendered my wolf dormant. No matter how hard I tried to reach her, she never came. This rendered me wolf-less. But I had made it my life's mission to keep it a secret from the pack.

Even as he bellowed, a scarlet silhouette of a lion shrouded himself, a projection of pure vigor but somehow roaring thunderously. "It's been years, Damon Lionheart… but you've never improved!" Even as the scarlet lion streaked toward Godwin, his cape fluttered as he raised a shriveled hand into the air. Frank struggled to look up just as the scarlet lion shot past him, his pupils dilating when he saw what happened.