Scar Kills Simba Novels & Stories

“I know the truth about her parents every detail Tyris has been hiding for sixteen years!” Scar froze. The wolves froze. The world froze. A gust of cold wind cut through the clearing. Then Scar’s expression shifted. Not anger. Not amusement. Fear. “Don’t listen to him,” Scar snapped at the hunters. “He’s delirious. Kill him” But the words Lyra and truth had already worked their magic. The lead hunter lunged not at me, but at Scar. Scar snarled, dodging past the wolf’s jaws, and for a single heartbeat, chaos erupted.

He sped off, and once I was sure he was retreating, I left and darted through the trees until a pair of hands caught me. “You can’t,” he shook his head and I punched his face so hard that it instantly bruised. “Come on then,” he held up his hands, balled into fists and ready to fight, “take it out on me, but you have to think this through before you do anything, you can’t-” “She’s hurt, I can’t-” “You can,” Scar looked at me empathetically, “because hurt is alive, and she’ll heal fast, but she won’t survive your death. They killed one Lord already today.”

Silvia cried pitifully, looking every bit the terrified prey. Yet, the sight of her stirred the men's savage instincts. "Boss, this one looks promising. Why don't we have some fun first?" one of them growled. At that moment, I wrenched free and leaped forward, elbow slamming into Scarface's jaw. With my other hand, I snatched his knife, swiftly cut through Silvia's ropes, and shielded her behind me. Scarface clutched his jaw and roared, "Shit! Kill her!"

Stupid and bold Scar sighs. "we got hundreds of highly trained hunters, is smirked out, we don't return you will be overran with us. I can promise you may take us out but our kind will keep coming till you blood suckers and dogs are wiped out. Then your little witches will be burnt at the stake. Scar went absolutely rabid and I couldn't stop the shift. He leaped onto the hunter knocking him flat and stood over him snarling inches from his face. A loud growl made him nervous. Saliva dripped from my fangs as I stared into his scared blue eyes daring him to say more.

I dropped it down spitting the blood out whilst focussing on the next kill looking at the crowd. Simba was shaking his head whilst twisting off a vamp's arm and then leapt on to it digging its teeth into its heart, ripping it out of its chest. A male vamp, with really dark short hair and pale skin, was running into my direction. My wolf prepared herself as she lowered her front legs, growling and locking eyes with the monster in front of her.

Moments later, Scar located Shane and his goons, creeping along on four legs downwind of the rebels, slowly advancing on to their direction , their tails twitching in impending attack. Damon and Scar came rushing out of the woods to intercept them. Shane spun and noticed the attack just as Damon came leaping at him with fangs bared. But he only had time to get Shane down on his back before she barreled headfirst into him, knocking him away before she whispered words to hold him down.

I looked up just as the pair of them took long strides towards us. My wolf pushed forward, extending her claws. This was her time. Time for revenge, time to get them back for taking her family. With their backs towards me, I stood up as quietly as I could. My arm pulled back and with one thrust, my claws slammed into Simon’s chest. Wrapping my claws around his heart, Luca stopped and watched the scene unfold. Grim slapped Simon’s chest, unaware he wasn’t going to be able to help him. Ripping my hand out, Simon fell to his knees just as Grim charged forward. “I’m going to kill you.” Grim said through gritted teeth.

“Let me go!” But Scar wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were on the little girl clinging to her mother’s legs. His expression darkened. “Let her go,” he ordered his man. Tesla barely had time to process the words before she was shoved aside, landing hard on the ground. Scar stepped forward. Toward Lina. “No!” Tesla shouted, scrambling to her feet. But Scar was faster. With a cruel smirk, he raised his hand— And struck the child. A sharp, brutal slap echoed through the night.

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.

I am coming for him. I cried, "Fuck," as I felt a knife stab me in the back. When I turned, I noticed a man laughing hysterically. I will fucking kill someone now. Damn, that hurt! "You are dead, boy," I whispered as I grabbed his neck and squeezed it tightly. He began to gasp violently. He was writhing violently, his eyes bulging, and he eventually came to a halt. I removed my fingers, and he dropped to the floor, dead. "Great show," Scar said as he clapped. "However, I need to cut this short. I need to get to your warehouse soon and attack it causing a distraction so that I can kidnap you in peace."