Scar Lion King Face Novels & Stories

Pathetic "Oh, look. Sleeping beauty is awake." Someone laughed. Kyrian forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. Too bright. Street lights overhead. Yellow and harsh He saw faces. Three. No, four. Men. Big. Armed. One of them had a scar running down his cheek. Nasty. Old. That one was smiling. "Welcome back, pretty boy," Scarface said. Kyrian tried to stand. His legs were jelly. Useless. He fell. Hands caught him. Dragged him forward. His feet scraped against gravel. Then concrete.

His face was not that clear to me but seemed kind of different from that of a human and a regular werewolf. He's a werewolf! An Alpha from his scent. A lycan! A bloodthirsty demon with a deadly tail! A shape shifter! I contorted my brows as I took a deep breath, looked into his eyes, strange looking, shining like the evening yellow sun. On his body were glitters, lots of shining scales, deadly deep green in colour. My eyes widened. He was going to kill me. He growled at me and his fangs bulged from their gum, as he brought closer his face to bite me.

His red eyes just showing how angry he is. “Aida is part of the Lycan Royal Family now. If you attack her, you are attacking your King!” His arms start to sprout fur and his nails elongate into claws around Saskia’s wolf’s neck. I can smell her blood from his claws puncturing her wolf’s skin.

“Let me out! For the sake of our life, let me deal with them!” “Quiet!” I quickly shot her off when my hair was pulled from behind. I yanked backward, and a hard kick on my stomach made me curl up. Out of the woods, the other chasers appeared. Feet surrounded me. The one who pulled my hair stepped forward. His face was crumpled in a frown, with a deep scar that ran the length of his face from his eyebrows, making the scowl resting on his face creepy. He cackled, baring his canines in a twisted smile. “Riona Lukas, you're at our mercy now…”

It was a familiar voice. My heart skipped violently. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and paused in shock. My blood ran cold as I recognized the face staring back at me. Strong jaw, sharp hawkish features, dark eyes that once looked at me with a kind of respect and admiration. Now they gleamed with something far crueler. The son of one of the elders of my pack. Damian. “Scarlett?” he breathed in disbelief, then a twisted smile spread across his lips. “Well, well, well. Wow. The mighty princess of our pack.”

I chuckled at his funny face. "There ARE later ones," Scarlett shook her head, "But Taran is definitely on the late side. He is definitely not stronger than the mad king I knew, but his mind is special." "How so?" I asked. "Most of the human parts of the mad king are grumpy and gloomy themselves. You can imagine a kid suffering from headaches all his life and arguing with his own wolf would do that to a mind." Scarlett explained, "That was why I suspected Stone to be the mad king before I knew Taran is. But you are sunny and calm, the opposite of the mad king. I have never heard of anything like this before."

Linda nodded, glancing at Maris and returning her gaze to the plus size king. "Can you describe the dogman?" "He had a black birthmark on his forehead, shaped like a map." Linda explained and the crowd gasped in unison. "Could that be-" the king sat up, staring at the empty space in front of him with a scrunched up face. "–Scar?" "Yes!" Linda snapped her fingers and the crowd erupted in whispers. "Dracula made mention of that name." The dogmen king's face mirrored disappointment as he scratched his beards and sipped from a golden cup of wine.

"Holy motherfucking fucker," Cronus froze as he stepped in through the door with Beloca and saw the sight behind those silver, metal bars. "What the fuck," Beloca watched, fascinated, "A lion. I've never seen a lion that big in my entire life." "A cougar, you dumbass. The King-Cougar..." Cronus whispered its name as if he was scared that the animal would wake if he called too loud. He almost choked on his fear.

I ask in a loud voice in hope that Lior might hear me by luck. "Your concern over your friend made me feel assured that you're not one of Lysandra's stupid followers. Otherwise I would not have revealed my face," he answers. "What is it that you and the kings of Lordlsand seek in these accursed lands?" I relax after realising what he is. I once heard rumours that Sincarions have golden eyes that make them stand out in crowds even when they don't mean to. They never escaped to that baren Island, did they? Instead they hide here and let everyone think they are on the Island.

She ripped off the pasty facemask and beneath it was a familiar face. They all gasped as to who they saw. “Witch doctor?” they all said. King Leonardo making a grand entrance in his wolf form stood behind all of them. His great wolf overshadowed them. He looked at the woman with his eyebrows narrowed at her. He scoffed and said, “Ripped off her face.” “Sure,” said Orlando. “Gladly,” said Grump. They both charged after the witch doctor. “What? Is she not the witch doctor?” asked Agatha.