Scar Lion King Face Novels & Stories

Two male were chatting in a low and sophisticated manner. One was familiar to me, he was none other than King Ralph. The other person was on the opposite side of Ralph and a little far away from the cell. He was slightly taller than King Ralph. So at first, only his dirty blonde hair was visible and some other parts of his chiselled body. But when the unknown turned his face to reply to King Ralph, I got a glimpse of stunning facial features. He had a similarly breathtaking handsome face like Xander. They had the same sculpted face, dirty blonde hair(though Xander has dirty blonde hair) and roman nose but his emerald gunmetal eyes were the only exception in his stunning face as if they had t

He had very large arms, his face was also scary, he had a red scar on his face, his eye colour also varied, the one on the right side with the scar was brown while the other one was red. “Who is the strongest ? Alpha Herveaux?” I asked with curiosity. “NO questions!” Cervantes thundered. The meeting finally commenced. They discussed a lot of boring issues but just when I was about to completely zone off, my attention was immediately reversed. “The human dweller invaded, The Lycans prowler territory, do you still think he is worth the post of supreme leader?” The man with the scar on his face said. It was that same Drauglun, now I hate him, so much for a weak man.

He gestured to his sweater and pajama trousers. "Didn't you watch The Lion King? Of course, you didn't, you were probably taking piano lessons and learning German, Scar is a lion, he's King Mufasa's brother, and he is a cruel, cunning animal. A predator, if I do say so myself. He killed his brother and wanted to take over the jungle but luckily Simba, King Mufasa's son became the king." I watched his reaction to see if he would be pissed at the nickname but he wasn't. Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him.

Face? His name is Luan and he is a crazy lunatic. He has sharp yet thick masculine features with a vertical scar on his right jaw. He looks like a devil, a mentally ill person who smiles while ripping his prey apart. His eyes glow when he sees blood and they shine in absolute craziness when he sees her. Even the thought of him liking her scares her to oblivion. The thought of him always watching her. He will chase you with a smile so evil you might wish to fall down a cliff rather than die with his hands. And the day he stops smiling will be the day humanity will beg for mercy.

However, Riley simply watched on coldly. “Does it hurt? This pain isn’t even one-tenth of what Carter suffered. Leo, this was what you did to him, and you will repay it a hundred times over.” With that, her hand moved again. Squelch. The sound of flesh being cut filled the room. By then, Leo’s screams had gone hoarse. Ten minutes later, Riley finally stopped. Leo’s face was now torn and bloodied beyond repair. His body was also marked with the word “trash” carved into his skin.

Kellan asked softly. Scarlett shook her head, and looked up at him. She found it extremely hard to hold his gaze, but she mustered a great deal of courage, and maintained the eye contact, and for the first time since she's started working for him, she realized he had a slight mark just below his brows. He looked dashingly handsome and so strong. He was so fit for his position. "Was it so difficult?" King Kellan asked, managing a smile. Scarlett pouted slightly, and shook her head. "I must confess it was, and still is, but I will try my best, My king."

His lower pique. When I saw his puppy face, all the rage that had been building up in my veins vanished and a smile made its way to my lips. Lycan King, who has been fighting for years and has defeated so many packs, is sitting in front of me like a small, helpless puppy. I did everything in my power to keep from smiling like an idiot. I just can't smile or melt for him! "Go, I am tired," I said as I leaned back in my bed to hide my face.

Bottom of Form Snake had begun to move around now, but had also had the sense to know that once someone saw him, they would never forget his face. His forehead dipped unnaturally, as if part of the bone had been caved in and never set right, leaving his skull with a warped, uneven slope. Deep lines carved his face into a permanent scowl, the corners of his mouth hooked in a way that suggested contempt rather than accident. The single eye that remained was sharp, watchful, and cold—a predator’s gaze, sizing up everything around him. His disfigurement wasn’t something that made him pitiable; it seemed to harden him, to give his presence a kind of raw, unnerving authority. When he entered a roo

In the center of the storm was the second son of the Lion King Tribe. His eyes glowed brightly with the luminance of the sun, and his hair whipped around in the strong wind. His teeth extended to become fangs that could tear into flesh and rip apart bones. His nails became claws, extending into analogues of steel that the strong metal couldn't compare to. His whiskers were a few inches long, and a large blue circle surrounded each eye. His ears were bright red like heated bricks, and there was a strange looking sign on his left cheek. Fur grew all over his body, and his clothes tore apart under Jack's intense transformation.

As I approached him, I could hear him exhaling gently. I noticed a look of astonishment on Ares's face from a distance. Especially when the lion sat down in front of me and turned to face me. I laughed as he blew a little air in my face, causing a few strands of my hair to fly in my face. "You're so kind," I said happily and couldn't help but touch him on the brow. "How did you do that?" He calmly asked. "I don't know. Is his name Scar? He is so beautiful." I replied enthusiastically and returned my gaze to Scar.