Scar The Lion King Novels & Stories

Gideon said I was the strongest Luna he's ever met. What I see when the mystery wolves shift proves to me the twins have the gift of sight. It also breaks my heart. Once they shift, they don't smell like rouges. They smell like children. When a rouge denounces its pack, they smell of riot. Before a pup is accepted into a pack, but after their first shift, they smell sweet. These six smell like pups not accepted into a pack or non-affiliated wolves. They all had their heads shaved, even the females, and they were covered in scars and bruises. They were shaking in fear; their eyes are distant and cloudy. They looked so young, too late teens at best.

Luca removed his clothes even while I watched. I could feel my wolf starting to submit. But, I didn’t want to. I saw him shift to his Lycan form. He was twice bigger than my size. He stepped forward with his paws. He walked with pride like a lion. Extravagantly, for his wolf’s name, Scar. This was just insane. "You don’t scare me, Luca." I bellowed from my consciousness. It was just as adamant as my previous words. The only difference was that even while he screamed power, I was becoming so defiant.

Marcus listened to every suggestion I made with genuine attention, treating me as a valuable partner rather than a subordinate. Whenever I spoke, my voice was steady and confident. Nobody looked at my scarred leg. Nobody asked if I needed a break or treated me like a fragile glass doll. Here, in this room, I was defined by my mind and my talent, not my physical scars. By eleven o'clock at night, we had finalized all the presentation sheets for the board meeting. “Excellent work tonight, team,” Marcus said, rolling up the main master plan and sliding it into a protective tube. “Get a good night's sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a big day.”

He looked fascinated by it, buried his face in it to inhale the scent, completely infatuated. "Answer me." I giggled and pulled away my hair. "I built an army," he murmured. "When I left, I went straight into the underworld where I fought for my pack. My mother was a werewolf, Scar." My eyes widened. "I took on underground fights, killed everyone who stood in my way with the help of a fellow Alpha. We pulled together every wolf who had been wronged by the old Alphas." He traced the outline of my lip with his thumb. "I spent four years surviving on blood and instinct... just waiting for the day I was strong enough to claim what was mine."

When I pull back, his eyes are closed. And when they open again, they’ve softened. The guard is gone. Recognition burns in his gaze now. Slowly, painfully, he shifts. His fur recedes. Bones crack and realign. His snout folds back into human form. The sound sickening and real. And then, Scar stands before me. Naked and silent. His eyes filled with sorrow. With pain he hasn’t even begun to process. “Your parents…” I say carefully. His gaze sharpens on me. “Luke and Primrose...they ran a DNA test. From your blood last night…”

Unlike his first wolf, who was calm and gentle with a blue hue, Scar was aggressive and dominant. Liam struggled to keep Scar's aggressive tendencies in check, especially when it came to matters of having a mate. Scar viewed having a mate as a sign of weakness and sought to assert dominance rather than foster a bond of companionship. When faced with Hannah, Liam found himself at a loss. Scar's presence made it difficult for him to confront her, as he feared he might inadvertently cause her harm. In light of this internal conflict, Liam made the difficult decision to distance himself from Hannah. He believed that by staying away from her, he could prevent any potential harm or hurt that Scar

Not with the pieces of my heart scattered at my feet. Jake Lawson has taken away everything: my child, my dignity, and my hope, and cast away like trash.

She's mine. I climb, slowly and carefully, my coils wrapping the trunk, dodging the last of her barbs. The air grows heavy with her presence. It's wild, defiant and intoxicating. My hands are inches from her perch when a roar splits the night. "Coilheart!" Hadrian's voice thunders, shaking the leaves. I hiss in anger, twisting to look down. The lion king storms into the clearing, his golden eyes blazing, flanked by Fenrick's black wolf form and Nythor's white striped tiger. Three against one. Again.

,how unprofessional Scar growls. "well lets go see if Lucas is making any lead way with Gemma Lake daughter of the Lake rogue pack. That is one bitch that needs poisoned",I open my eyes hearing the door close and mind link my dad all I heard. To say he is pissed is an understatement he is livid as he goes after them. I stay with Claire because I can't pull myself away from her. She is practically on top of me and I love her little body and how she clutches my shirt in her sleep. So pretty Scar sighs loving her tiny self.

The group’s eyes widened as they took in my scars, and I could tell they were no different from my aunt’s friends—clearly thinking I should cover up. “Yeah, here I am… Hey,” I said, waving for Jackson to come closer. He moved in, concern etched on his face, while the female wolf glared at me, arms crossed. Did she think I was stealing him away? “Something wrong?” Oh, no, nothing at all! We just narrowly avoided being... well, let’s say, being devoured by the lycan king, who turns out to be our mate. So yes, this night is just wonderful! Want another drink?