Mufasa X Scar Novels & Stories

My eyes go golden as Scar takes over. "back the fuck off,he advances, if you try any fucking thing I will gut you beta female or not. Lucas get her away from my pups or I will hurt her. Note this Gemma you may be a vampire but the Fury blood is ancient way before vampires and I can kill you without breaking a sweat",everyone's eyes go huge as I step closer. Scar is fucking brutal at times "Josh, I hear Claire sounding worried, Scar please",she begs and I turn to look at my mate. She has tears in her eyes as she moves closer. Scar backs down and I take over.

They made this boring life a little less so, even though Beatrice does her best to keep them away from me. "They're asleep," she replied. "If you think you'll be scorned because of your scar, then you must realize that you aren't the only one with a scar around. Those bastard Outlanders have caused enough mayhem and destruction within this Pack that almost every werewolf bears a scar from one of their attacks." "And my weight?" I asked. "What if they have reservations about my weight?" "Well, that's not enough to scorn you, is it?" she asked. "You're not the first chubby werewolf or the only chubby werewolf in the Pack. They're rare, but they're present."

My voice came out colder than the water beside us. Scar smirked. “If you mean Marcus, he’s faster than he looks. Bleeds a lot, though.” Kael stepped back instinctively. Scar tracked the movement, amused. “What happened?” I demanded. He shrugged. “He fought. I cut. He ran. You know how it is.” “You were supposed to bring him back alive.” “I was supposed to kill him,” Scar corrected. “I chose not to finish the job.” I tightened my grip on the blade. “Why?”

He said, looking at scar in his eyes. Scar looked at him silently for a few seconds before speaking. "My wife just gave birth," he said, his voice low and shaky. "I don't want anything to happen to her or the unborn child…. I want you to help me." He said. "What do you want me to do?" Edgar asked, looking at him silently. "You must give my wife one million dollars," Scar said. "You must also give her a place to stay, far away from Moonclaw. And you must tell her that I love her." He continued.

Everyone in the room held their breath as they watched him read it. Watching him go from fury to rage in an instant. As soon as he was done, he crumpled the report and threw it to the side. No one dared to speak, they all watched him with fear, their hearts in their hands now. "Who is the leader of 'The Scorpions'?" Hayden asked, his voice grave. "Paul E. from Africa." Came Harsh's reply. Hayden's eyes narrowed, "Is that so?" He asked, clicking his tongue, to which Harsh hastily nodded.

"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! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

Beautiful in a strange, distant way. “Mauve!” Marcus returned, a grin on his face. “These are your siblings and cousins. They’ve all been waiting since the day I left to bring you back.” I stood there, quiet, watching these grown men—these powerful wolves—blush like young boys. Their faces flushed, their steps uncertain. So unlike Alessandro. He had been cold, unmoved by emotion. These men were transparent as water. “Hello,” I said carefully. “I’m Mauve Scarlet. A guest here. I hope my visit doesn’t inconvenience anyone.”

I'm sorry. That night, my heart bled so much that I couldn't bear to see his face. After a while, Sasha’s voice replaced his, asking me to let her in. “Luna… Luna, please let me in.” As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. She's seen me down too many times, I couldn't let her see me wallow in self pity and foolishness of falling for someone that obviously does not care about me. Oh foolish me, how could I fool myself into thinking the Scarred Alpha would ever love anyone, not to even talk of me, a wolfless orphan omega, girl.

With a shaky finger, she swiped the screen, arching her eyebrows in utter confusion. ​[Unknown]: “Check his left wrist, Kat. Under the watch. The Valdemir scar doesn't lie”. ​She stopped in the doorway, her breath hitching a wave of paranoia washed over her as she scanned the school environment frantically searching for…….probably a stalker? When she found no one in particular that could access her private number anonymously, she reluctantly looked back at Xavier, who was standing at the end of the hall, his eyes locked on her. He slowly raised his left hand to check his watch, and for a split second, the sleeve shifted—revealing a jagged, white scar in the shape of a cross.

Eventually, he settled on, “I’ll carry you.” My eyelashes fluttered as I looked up at him. My body relaxed into his, my bones weary. “Thank you. For saving me.” “I’ll protect you, Scar. Always.” He spoke to me in a low voice as he started to walk, telling me idle stories about his childhood, about running around and getting lost halfway up a mountain with someone called Marla and someone called Davin. I didn’t have the energy to ask who they were and, after a time, he seemed to be speaking more to himself than to me.