Scar Lion King Face Novels & Stories

the guy threatened, whom I named Moustache. Since we arrived, they haven't bothered to conceal their identities. Either they were incredibly stupid, or they weren't planning on letting me out alive. The one guy had an angry face with a contrasting thick black moustache to his bald head. I named him Moustache. The other had a scar across the left side of his face. I called him Scar. He looked even more frightening than the one in The Lion King. Scar walked down to the window. The window was just one big open rectangle. The glass hadn't been installed yet. Scar looked down as he smiled at himself.

"Are you alright?" I came face to face with Aliya who looked totally different. Her countenance exuded stoicism, her once vibrant green eyes devoid of their former sparkle, marred by a scar etched across her face. A scar that wasn't there before. I recognized that scar as one given only to the Knights of the white pack, scalded onto their skin with hot iron as a symbol of loyalty. "What happened to your face, Aliya?" I managed to rasp, trying to maintain composure despite the heavy chains still binding my hands and legs. "Your face..."

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.

Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives. Crown Prince Aidan (lion), King Ibrahim (lion), Queen Liliana (Hyena), Grand Duke Yusoff (lion), Duke Ajiad (lion), King Ali (wingsman), Lord Musa (lion) and Daud (lion). “I don’t find it funny to see these races come together.” She expressed her bizarre inner thoughts heartlessly. “Err, excuse me, Lord Pink. Whatever you mean by that?” Musa’s frigid body language was enough to express his disliking of the grumpy bunny.

Once a werewolf renounces his pack link, they lose something in return. As their prying eyes rolled at Sierra, their number one enemy at the moment based on their beloved princess’s letter, Sierra tries her best to maintain a straight look. The atmosphere turned cold when the rogue king made his way through the tent and to his seat. They all went on their knees to welcome him with a strange chant. Judging from the respect given to him and his scary face, she could tell he was the king. The man is largely built with a strong face. Sierra’s eyes lingered on the fur that spanned his body up to the left shoulder, accompanied by many cuts and claw marks that tell of his past fights.

Pearl looked into his gazing eyes as she wondered if he wasn't going to pick her at once as his eyes were on her; she wondered if he recognized her and how he did if he really had recognized her. Just then, she felt a hot breath on her neck and a strong arm wrapped around her waist, someone was behind her, and that person made King Archer's facial expression change into a frown. *** I turned to see the king that had made King Archer frown; he looked so grumpy and scary but, at the same time, very handsome. He has a long obvious sword cut from his left ear down to his cheek; it left a really wicked scar on his face that showed how dangerous he might be.

They were dragged along the lengths of the large throne room till they came face to face with one of the scariest faces they were inopportune to meet in their lifetime. They were both tossed to the ground before they could say a word, “Bow before the king”, a voice said to them. Raisel looked up to see who had spoken, one of the men pulled her by her hair for her defiance. “Do not hurt her!”, Dragomir shouted. Raisel kept a straight face not willing to give out the fact that she was in a lot of pain. They were both pulled up until they were face to face with the king. He had long scars marking his face from eye to chin. His facial features were overly emphasized and there was a small patch o

All of a sudden some bikers came forward from behind them and drove past me as they were now surrounding me with their bikes, roaring the engine to scare me. "I didn't know that cats are this clever to play with those kinds of toys."The Scar face said all of a sudden, getting into the conversation. Oh, I forget he speaks. He looks good when he keeps his mouth shut because whenever he speaks up it doesn't help at all. In fact his voice and presence sucks up your confidence leaving you stammering. "That shouldn't bother you." I said looking direct in his eyes but when he raised his bruised eyebrow at me,I started to blink several times and quickly diverted my gaze away from him.

The moment my raspy, disguised voice hit the air, the Lycan King stiffened. He froze for a fraction of a second, and then, like everything was moving in slow motion, he turned around to look at us. For the first time, I can see his face clearly. My breath completely left my lungs. He was everything a she-wolf’s wet dream was made of. The single females back at my home pack would literally drool all over themselves if they ever caught a glimpse of him. He had a remarkably sharp, chiseled jawline, a straight, aristocratic nose, and high, striking cheekbones that looked like they were carved out of marble. Although, it was easily the blankest and most expressionless face I had ever seen in my e

The announcer who had stepped away from her, tried to dissuade her but she kept her eyes on Ambrose. “The plaque of the First King stated that the White Wolf was the Inheritor of the King’s Seal. Are you the White Wolf?” He may not be the white wolf, but he was a brutal beast, moron! Laylin felt her own heart shiver just at the sight of the fuming beast. She shuddered, stepping several steps back as many else did. Princess Scarlet held out her hand and the stranger with strangely similar features and eyes as the Rakhbar Princess handed her a white wolf head glowing sculpture. It was the size of a real wolf’s head.