Scar Lion King Face Novels & Stories

No, this isn't possible. Since the face that is staring back at me... Kieran was the one. Not *my* Kieran, though. This **Eclipse King** had the same sharp features, the same powerful jaw, and the same sharp silver eyes. His aura, however, was colder and darker— **wrong.** A warped reflection of the man next to me. Kieran's body went rigid next to me as I heard him curse under his breath. "What the hell is this?" With a growl, Kieran advanced, his wolf snarling beneath his flesh.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

However, no one dared to stop the scary Scarface. “How dare you slap me?” Clinton covered his face which was painted with a layer of hatred and resentment. “So what?” Scarface giggled wickedly and kicked Clinton’s stomach, making him fall to the floor. Then, he jumped on him and beat him violently! Clinton howled in pain when he was beaten but no one came forward to help him. Soon, Clinton’s face was as swollen as a pig and was drenched with blood. The scene was absurdly horrifying. Frightened, Clinton wailed and pleaded, “Boss, boss! Please, I’m sorry, please stop!”

She sighed. At last, they arrived at the Scorpion King’s camp. She saw a head with a White Crown emerge from the tent. His face was so beautiful like a pretty girl’s face. He could not be at least in his thirties. Perhaps in his mid-twenties—or a little more than that.

In the flickering firelight, the body of the giant tiger lay beneath the scarred werewolf. I didn't make a mistake; it was the hungry giant tiger that had chased us before! "Hmph! What are you so proud of! That giant tiger was already injured, you just got lucky and took advantage of it!" The sharp and malicious voice was particularly grating. This obviously enraged Scarface, his face flushing red, and he drew his sword with a swish. The scars on his face became vivid with anger, resembling wriggling worms on his face. "Alpha Duke! You're just incompetent and jealous, that's why you'd say such nonsense!"

he stops and thinks "An evil smile to be precise" I scrunched my face in disappointment and he stared at me innocently. "I never asked you to describe Prince Arnold. You just perfectly described his physical features" I disagreed with his answer. "Ok, ok. Prince Cone is famously known for his smile. Apparently, he is a snake in sheep's clothing. His guard is a female among all the Princes. And of course, he has a battle scar by the side of his face" He replied sincerely and huffed "I just hope you aren't getting me in trouble"

“Never thought I’d see it come, your father must be absolutely livid!” A deep rich laugh booms and Orion steps aside giving way for the massive burly figure of a smile with an overly enthusiastic smile plastered across his face, It seems a bit weird but I see the same glint in Orion’s eyes, and the more I look the more I see more of Orion in him, he’s more of an even jacked form of Orion with the slight tinge of age drawn across his face and all too deadly looking scar running across one length of his cheek.

The man led me to the throne room and seated up there with his face in his palms was the most ethereal figure I had ever seen. His broad shoulders, the way his hair fell through his fingers like water, his glowing skin…. The Alpha King was breathtakingly beautiful. “Your majesty!” The man who led me in called out and slowly he lifted his face from his palms and I clenched my jaw. His face was even more glorious than the rest of his body. The long scar that stretched from the top of his left eye to the corner of his lips made his face even more beautiful. “I present to you, your bride from Thornville Clan!”

To only move up those thin fingers, to hold the mask and take it off. A smooth face comes in vision.No way like the rugged face that everyone presumed. A small button nose, thin lips and big doe like eyes. That have seen too much to remain innocent and alive. The person looked beautiful. With face flawless and untouched. Except for that Scar. That runs down from the corner of her eye to half of her cheek. A reminder of struggles and survival. A token of her undefeated will. Her. Yes, that was her true self which no one knows and nor could they even guess.