Mufasa X Scar Novels & Stories

“That Scar Icegard is your mate. The same one that was stolen from his family years ago. The same one that was stolen from you years ago.” Tears flood my vision, distorting everything. I sway again, the paper slipping from my fingers and fluttering to the floor. My hands fly to my head, gripping tightly, like I can hold the world together if I just press hard enough. How is this possible? How is he here? How did this all happen? Scar, a werewolf? A vampire? How? “Scar is a werewolf?” I ask, confusion choking the words as a sob claws its way up my throat.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Scar man directly gave up his position, patted the beast, and turned to attack! Charge!!!!

Logan sits besides Scar and wraps an arm around both of us. "This isn't going to ruin your friendship," Logan says in a promising tone. "You two will always be there for each other, even if you are in different countries." "I hate being adults," Scar mutters which causes all of us to chuckle. We hug for a while but Scar falls asleep against my shoulder. Logan picks her up and moves her over to their bed. I go to the bathroom and change into a pair of pajama shorts and a t-shirt. When I go back out I wake Rose up and change her into pajamas. She falls right back asleep and I look over at Logan.

I leaned in, my voice low, trembling with fury. “Say my son’s name again,” I hissed, “and I swear I’ll make you regret ever growing teeth.” My glare alone could have burned her alive. “Mocking a child doesn’t make you strong. It makes you pathetic.” "Auntie, I didn't know showing you my wolf would upset you. Look, you hurt me too." He sniffed back tears, stretching out his hands where there was a scratch and I scoffed. He was crying? Saela rubbed a lot off him to be honest.

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

then she laughed it was dry and bitter. Mama Rita chuckled uncomfortably,”yeah,since you are an orphan and homeless,you can stay with me” Scar looked up”I'll decline that,I come with a bag of trouble, actually a truck full” “I don't mind,I sincerely don't mind” “Hold her down,kick that bitch ,she thinks she's better than others”scar curled as the kicks landed,”how about a makeover,a make over”the voices as they held her down,one of the ladies squatted before her with a piece of glass,scar trashed violently but the hands holding her was stronger,she sharp pain tore from her right ear to her cheek,she screamed as they left her not without final kicks,she screamed like a wounded bull pain blind

I get outside the cave ,and a bunch of the warriors are trying to hold scar down with a net trap ,stopping him from flying ,I'm surprised he didn't mind link me ,bad boy scar ,he knows they're noting ,that's why he probably didn't bother , as soon as i step out a bunch of were wolves already shifted dashed towards me with their claws out . "Ozzaaaarrrrr" i said shooting a fire ball back at them sending them flying into the woods in their numbers ,scar ,charges up lifting his wings off the ground with a burst of fire and pure power that sends all the traps placed on him flying , i put the pair of shoes to his nose so he can sniff it and join in also in the search , as i hop back on him an h

"Just you wait. This isn't over yet!" Scar bellowed as he struggled to his feet and ran with his thugs down the hill. Sylvie simply laughed as she yelled after them, "I'm waiting right here! Don't go back on your word now!" - Beneath the hill, Scar ran up to a big man, exclaiming, "Ifor! Someone up there beat us up. Do what you will!" Ifor Stam chuckled coolly. "You deserved it. Who would attack you if we weren't stealing their stuff?"

The bite of the slap was still burning in their marrow — Samuel Blackwood slapping his own son in our presence. It had not been rage alone that silenced them. It was the knowledge of what they had witnessed: a chink in the armor of the man they followed. A chink that smelled of weakness. --- “Never thought I’d see it,” he muttered, Scarface, his scar pulling taut as he spat onto the concrete, but His voice was low, and in the cavernous space, even whispers traveled. “The boss bled. Like a whipped dog.” A few of the men were surprised. One, a tattooed, slouching smuggling thug, growled, "Watch your mouth."

My stomach cramps, and I wince. The titles line up on the screen. Sinfully His—an age-gap, dad’s-best-friend romance, where she gets revenge on her cheating husband and also bag’s her dad’s older hot friend. The next is some werewolf thing about mates and rejection and shit I don’t understand. Marco’s choices already have me giggling. He did this on purpose. And then another catches me: The Mafia’s Pet. Enemies to lovers. Erotica. A laugh slips out. Too pointed. Too close to home.