Scar Lion King Face Novels & Stories

Leon We lay on the ground panting and bleeding, I had a bruise or two but not Scar, his whole face was covered in blood. He tried to grab my collar but I dodged. “Do you know what happens if you start a fight in front of the royals, King Leon?” “Fuck everyone!” I spat back, standing up straight and wiping the blood from my chin. “I don't give a shit about anyone here, only about what I want.” With that I started marching away, leaving Scar sitting on the floor nursing his jaw, cursing me out loud.

Hawk said, still reaching out for me. Kiyan grabbed his hand and shook his head. “She has permanent scarring on her face. She doesn’t want to be seen.” But Hawk wouldn’t take no for an answer, and eventually, after securing the scarf, Kiyan nodded too. That was when I slowly turned around and gazed up at Hawk. His dark eyes peered at me curiously and I could swear that underneath the scarf he wore a smirk. “Your eyes… they’re beautiful.” The way he said it, made my skin crawl and I could feel Kiyan grabbing my hand, just about ready to drag me away.

The vampire at the back calls the vampire in front "Scar" Yes, Scar. He has a clear scar on his face from his right eyebrow to his eye. "Jake, do you want to feed here? Take her away and let's go back and enjoy her!" The other vampire's name is Jake. Jake rubbed his hands excitedly. "Okay, Scar, let's go now!" He said, grabbing my wrist. I took a step back, fighting his power. "Wait a minute!" Scar and Jack looked at me in disbelief, perhaps surprised that their prey had something to say.

he says coldly and immediately a big white cat comes forward and rubs his huge furry head on Roy’s leg. It’s a lion! My heart rate spikes when it turns to face me and I almost scream out loud when it licks my face. “Relax, Beast doesn’t bite,” Roy says as he gets up. “Unless he’s hungry,” he flashes me a terrifying smirk. He leaves me with those words and a big lion that keeps licking my face. It takes a while for me to realise it’s just being friendly and I giggle, running my hand through the thick fur that covers its head.

’ Ebony drops her big head in defeat and stalks past me into the forest. The leader of Shallow Creek pack is a formidable Alpha who goes by the name ‘Scarface.’ I’ve never personally met the man but I have been told he has a huge, deep scar that runs from the top of his forehead, through his right eye and down to his chin. His battle scar from the uprising that broke our people out of the binds of slavery. If I follow Zev into his territory then I am asking for a fight. Better to leave Zev at the mercy of his ruthless pack than risk all our necks for the sake of retribution. Blake and Bleiz exchange a glance, and even if wolf form, I’m sure I detect a slight eye roll. I growl viciously and a

The name formed in my mind like a whisper from fate. He was an imposing figure with chiselled features that seemed to be sculpted by the gods themselves. His jet-black hair, always tied back in a tight ponytail, gleamed in the sunlight. The piercing emerald green of his eyes, so sharp and discerning, seemed to strip away all pretence, leaving only truth in its wake. His scar, a jagged line across his left cheek was not a mark of weakness but a badge of valour, a testament to the countless battles he had fought to protect our pack. "Kael," I said, my voice steady and ringing with clarity. "A mighty warrior- brave, powerful, and a defender of his people."

Scar Face frowned and barked, "Don't listen to her bullshit! She was fighting like crazy earlier and now she's suddenly cooperative? It's obviously a trap!" Yellow Teeth waved him off dismissively. "What are you afraid of? We're two grown men. You think we can't handle one little helpless woman?" "Big brother is right," I said, turning to Scar Face with my best innocent, tearful expression. "I'm just a weak woman. How could I possibly be a threat to strong men like you?" I blinked back fake tears. "Brother, I admit I struggled earlier, but that was just survival instinct. My body reacting on its own."

Valfred and I made eye contact and I tried to wonder what he was thinking but I couldn't see through his face. “Luna Roshida, Raven Claw pack.” I looked at the King and he gave me a small nod. It did help me feel more confident like I was supposed to be here. As I stood up, I caught his eyes. There the little piece of shit was. As we made eye contact, he looked away, cowering and blending in between the crowd.

Huh. Father, Sinclair had called the Lycan King. I'm looking between them, noting the differences and similarities. Lycan King Fenrir has moon-white hair with green eyes that indicate the royal line. Sinclair has none of that, but the facial structure and expressions... it's like watching two opposites mirror each other. The stoic demeanor, the chilling, piercing stare, the overconfident poise, and most of all, the arrogant strut of a man who knows he owns the place.

“Stay focused on the mission boy, don’t let those soft feelings flow within your blood. It only made you weak! Once you are weak you’ll become a toy, a prey. Everyone will look down upon you. Don’t you remember what happened to me? Don’t you see?” He stepped into the light and Ken could see the big, long scar crossed along his face. It was like a burnt scar, from the left corner of his eyebrow crossing his face to the right side of his jaw. His left eye was blind and turned all white. He looked so fierce and terrifying. The times snatch his glory but not the impact he causes on people around him. Ken turned to face him properly and looked up with pride. “Uncle Nero. Do I look like a weak pat