Scar Kills Simba Novels & Stories

Gasps fill the crowd and despite the severity of the moment, I can’t deny that the display of the siblings’ powers together is indeed breathtaking and incredible. “Baby, don’t do this,” Kiara pleads to her daughter, as Skyla glares at them from where she was thrown back onto the floor, regaining her balance. I look down, seeing her claws have ripped through my clothes, leaving four long gashes across my torso.

The herd had dispersed as Elder Marcus went to drag the kill. A crocodile snapped, out of the river running towards Elder Marcus, on the verge of biting off the right leg of Elder Marcus. Marcus shot the on the end of its mouth pinning it to the ground. "I'll handle this, more meat for it" Simon chuckles as he stabs the crocodile until it stops shaking. "I guess it's over we need to go get the truck and pack this up" Simon divulged, "I'll keep an eye on the kills, go get the truck," Simon divulged as Elder Marcus got to the truck at that time he met Alpha Alan.

Still, all he had done was do what she asked and go out of his way to show that he wasn't a threat. Scarlett lowered her blade, though her vigilant gaze remained fixed upon him. "He slaughtered my entire family and pack," she confessed, her voice heavy with a mix of sorrow and fury. "He ordered his henchmen to assault my pack, falsely accused my father of a crime he didn't commit, and then they executed him. But not before forcing me to witness the cold-blooded murder of my father, mother, brother, and every member of our pack."

The wind that accompanied the skarvs had separated me from Mum and Elara; now they couldn't hear me or come to my rescue. "No, no," I said, limping backward. They came charging towards me, with their twisted bodies. "Don’t come closer, I’m a wolf!" I said, trying to charge at them, but they seemed more fierce than I, and my fear was overwhelming. They came rushing and tackled me to the ground. I closed my eyes because the skarvs were all over me, but before they could start tearing me apart, someone or something began slashing at them with a knife. Now I heard packs of skarvs slumping to the ground, their dark, armored bodies cracking open as their thick, greenish blood splattered everywhere

Marshall choked out, tears spilling as he struggled to breathe. His life flashed before his eyes. But he couldn’t change a thing. He grunted, then collapsed backward. He sobbed helplessly before giving up the ghost. Scar, distracted by the unfolding chaos, let his guard down. Bullet took the chance—she wrapped a cloth tightly around his neck and, in one clean move, dropped him on his back. One of her men leapt off her shoulders and landed on Scar, plunging a blade into his chest—right into his heart.

I hissed, climbing my horse. "Take them," I ordered. "And if any of them resists... kill them." "With the scarred one?" one of our men asked. I turned to her with a cold smirk. "Especially the scarred one."

Zhodin brings his mouth close to my ear, his voice low and cold. “Two Lycans cannot mark the same female.” “Let me go!” “But with his demise… you become mine.” My eyes widen. A snarl rips from my throat as Scar surges forward and takes control of my limbs. My fist flies straight into his face, smashing into his nose. He barely reacts. Blood trickles from his nostrils, but he chuckles, baring his teeth at me.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

Sheril takes advantage of this and immediately drives her spear into his chest. Caspian stumbles back and then falls to the ground, dead. Some cheer and some boo us. “What a twist!” the announcer cheers. Sheril and I are ushered back to the barracks by the guards. “Damn. Good job,” Kanda says. “You live to fight another day.” As she says this, the guards take the girl who’s left, but she doesn’t go quietly. She screams and stomps as they drag her. “Thank you,” I say to Sheril. “That brute had me.”

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.”