Scar Lion King Face Novels & Stories

He grabbed my chin, turning my face like someone inspecting merchandise. “Look at these scars. And this is what caught the King’s eye? What he needs is a real Luna, not this beggar with a ruined face.” His hands dropped to the collar of my shirt and tore it open, exposing my scars to the cold evening air. The ones holding me began groping me while they “searched for evidence,” their hands moving slowly in a way that had nothing to do with a search. “Damn, look at that,” one whistled when he saw the massive scar on my abdomen. “This one’s already been gutted before.”

His eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and its roar reverberated through the air, shaking the ground beneath our feet. Kieran, who had been standing behind Malik, reacted with lightning speed. In an instant, he transformed into his lion form, with his fur bristling with power. He let out a mighty roar in response, his ferocious roar echoing through the woods, resonating with primal strength, as he faced off against the werelion. I stood frozen, rooted to the spot, as I beheld the sight before me. As they faced off, the sight was awe-inspiring, each exuding an aura of raw power and dominance.

Because it means your life or death. Wolf Priest beckoned the newcomers up to the podium with glowing wolf eyes and a cynical smile. Ragnar looked closely at the man's face. It was narrow and skeletal. His flesh looked so plump, dozens of scars were drawn, and his face turned into scarred flesh. She had gray hair and a long ponytail. His face was dominated by large sword-shaped eyes and thin, harsh lips. He looked like a beast, like a wolf in human form, and he looked at the flock of chickens like a wolf looks at a flock of sheep. His cold gaze was no consolation. After the introduction, Ranek inadvertently jumped off the stage and returned to the village. Ragnar mentioned that Hakon himself

King Keiran and Trista: “Uncle where are you? What's going on?” Trista called out to her uncle. He had summoned her and told her to bring some warriors to the Blue Raven pack. “I'm here, where are the warriors I told you to bring with you?” Keiran said as he came from behind the trees. Trista gasp and took a step back when she saw her uncle's face, he was ripped to shreds. His skin was flapping on his face loosely, he had deep scratches everywhere, and one of his eyes was hanging out of it's socket.

I turn to him with a smile. "Thanks, I need this, and so do our wolves." I kiss him one last time before shifting into Rieka. I love the color of my wolf. She's a mixture of black, dark brown, and white that makes her almost look like marble. I watch through her eyes as Wyatt shifts into an enormous black wolf. Being a lycan, he's twice the size of a werewolf. I see where Scar gets his name from now. He's entirely black except for a line of silver that runs from his head over his eye and down the side of his face. It makes him look like he was cut with a blade.

Damon exclaimed with a sigh of relief. I watched as Alpha Bradley’s convoy filed in, coming to a halt in front of the pack house. One of his men reached out to open the door, as he stepped out, flanked by over twenty other men. Bradley was tall, with broad shoulders and a scar on the right side of his face. That was why we nicknamed him Scarface. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the area before landing on me. “Alpha Jake of Shadowclaw! It’s been a while, man” He said, walking up to me with a smile plastered on his face.

The guard bowed. “Thane, Michelle, and most importantly, Scarlette.” He said, slowly turning to look at us. His eyeballs were golden like every royals, but his were even more beautiful as in the middle of his eyeballs was a green split that gave him the dragon like look. I couldn't even get past his eyes to look at any other part of his face. “You know our names?” Michelle asked. He scoffed. “I've been waiting for you.” He growled.

From this tone, it was obvious that the King of Beasts knew it. As for the Black Scorpion King, it had a human face. However, from its body, one could tell that it was not a human. At this moment, the eyes of the Black Scorpion King were dull, but there were traces of bloodthirsty aura within them. Not only did it not weaken its attacking strength because of the King of Beasts' furious roar, it instead emitted a crazy roar. Its attacking speed had become even sharper. "Bang!" During this sharp attack, the King of Beasts was caught off guard for a moment before it was viciously lashed out by the scorpion tail.

He stood at the front, towering over the others at least six and a half feet tall, his broad frame scarred from battles, dark hair cropped short, eyes like cold steel piercing right through me. His presence sucked air out of the space, every Alpha shrinking back. The cruel Alpha King, ruler of the largest pack in the lands, known for breaking his toys without mercy. At least, I know that much. “Sold to King Lucian,” the auctioneer declared, his voice shaking slightly. Lucian strode onto the stage, his boots echoing. He circled me slowly, like a predator sizing up prey. His hand shot out, gripping my jaw hard, forcing my mouth open. Fingers probed inside, checking my teeth, my tongue, as if I

Or at least just this once. The sun was fully gone, and my heart started racing again. If I look down, I’ll be able to see my reflection already. But disappointment slowly fill me seeing my scarred face looking back at me, a hint of dismay and fear was written all over my face. And when I glanced back to see Alpha Killian, I was surprised to see him in front of me. His eyes were flaming in red, and in a blink of an eye, he was holding my neck and slowly lifting me.