Mufasa X Scar Novels & Stories

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.

I kept my head low as I was pushed forward. Every eye that lingered on me started knives, Every lips whispered insults as cruel as Theron's heart. “She deserves it!” “Good riddance.” “Finally, Scarface is gone. My nightmares have come to an end.” I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood, swallowing the sun rising in my throat. I also heard Camila's voice. “Aww, poor Violeta.” She cooed, faking her sympathy. “I hope the rogues don't rip you apart out there.”

Leon said to the two who assisted Dalia with her evil plan. The silence was their answer for a while. The two refused to answer out of fear of him. They were bowing their head earlier, but not, it seemed like they were about to bury their own heads to their necks like how turtles do as they cower from anything. Only after someone elbowed one of them softly, they were able to snap from their frozen-like state.

Then, with a low snarl, he began to shift. Bones cracked. Muscles stretched. His transformation was slower, more deliberate—because Scar wasn’t just any wolf. He was bigger. Stronger. His fur was dark as night, his eyes burning gold like fire. When he landed on all fours, the earth beneath him cracked slightly under his weight. He was nearly twice the size of a normal wolf. Kael and Henry immediately fell back, their instincts screaming danger. Tesla turned, her silver eyes locking onto Scar. The battlefield fell into a strange silence.

She said, " Moon has a scar, Musa so are you indirectly saying that I have a scar as well" Musa's heart fluttered when his name rolled out from her mouth . He touched her mole on the chin and said," It's not a scar ". Kiara didn't know whether to answer him or not. She just kept quiet . She was lost in her thoughts completely . Musa hugged her from the back , rested his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes.. Minutes passed and they were standing still .Musa was engrossed in her while she was deeply engrossed in other thoughts ..

Diverging her mind from those painful memories to replace them with these new ones. Pulling back from her, he sees her head tilted to a side. Not willing to show him her face. Yet that Scar, it was visible now. The evidence of his lost child, authentic now. And that's when he looks up at the moon through the window ,remembering Sophie last words making a tear to roll down his eyes. Let your heart guide you to your only light.. Yet, if still the darkness of her eyes veils the truth of light. Remember Scars will always get visible, when all lights are off.

Scar said simply and calm as Lila faced her. "You mean I should forget him!?" Lila asked. "That not actually what I mean, we work together but you just have to get rid of the feelings growing inside you!" Scar replied and Lila clamls her lips together holding back her tears. "Fine, I will!" Lila mumbled and a smile appeared on Scar's face. "I'll go get some milkshakes to cheer you up!" Scar stood up. "You don't need to, I don't have the appetite to take anything!" Lila declined.

Tatum doesn’t like being talked back to, but Scar didn’t care. Tatum chuckles. “Then that just won’t do. I want you to live a little longer than your precious beauty of a mate ever did,” he says, earning him a growl from Scar who raised her feet and tried to kick him on his chest. The women’s jaw drop all around me, even my wolf whistles at the bravery she put on display. “Still my feisty little beast, that’s more like it,” Tatum chuckles before chucking her to the floor.

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."