Novel & Cerita Scar The Lion King Son

Scarlett Three years had passed ever since I gave birth to our son. We named him Archer. Honestly, raising a son wasn’t the easiest task in the world, but it was the most rewarding. From the moment I held him, tiny fists clenched and wolf aura flicked faintly around his fragile body, I knew my life had changed forever. I had fought wars, endured betrayal, and carried the weight of packs on my shoulder—but nothing compared to the responsibility of shaping the future Alpha who would one day inherit everything Lucien and I had built.

She felt both relieved and sad, Relieved because she has finally found her child and Sad because the young boy has grown so much and they were unable to witness his growth. "So, Both of you should hang in there and wait for Sister and Brother in law to rescue you. Ok?" Scar held back his tears as he tried his best not to cry out. "Uhmm" They both nodded. "Can you act?" Scar didn't bother thinking of the past and asked instead. "Yes" They two looked at each other and nodded. Nodding Slightly, Scar raised the whip and outside where Maxwell could not see what was happening inside, he heard screams that seemed heart wrenching.

I looked over and saw Kiyara sitting next to Scarlett who was holding her 4 year old son, Mason. Scar and Logan got married later than Kiyara and I. They got married after they had Mason 2 years ago. They were more slow at starting a family besides me and Kiyara. Their son Mason took after Logan so much it was almost uncanny. He had blonde hair and bright blue eyes just like both parents. Scarlett doesn't work as for Logan he now runs his own company and sometimes helps Nic with new gadgets every month or so.

Scarlett’s POV Elara took a deep breath, her eyes meeting mine with a mixture of caution and determination. "Swiftclaw's origins are shrouded in darkness, Scarlett," she began, her voice laden with a heavy weight. "He is the son of a powerful wolf who was entangled with demons, seeking to harness their dark magic for his own purposes. It is believed that this union tainted Swiftclaw's bloodline, infusing him with an inherent darkness and an insatiable thirst for vengeance."

,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 street buzzed with life and I hummed a tone, feeling lighter after seeing the smiles and laughter of everyone back at the shelter. Through I knew my happiness was borrowed at best but we should enjoy the little we get, right? “Scar,” Lilly’s voice cut through my thoughts. “You can fool them,” she said, her voice low, almost conspiratorial. “Not me. Where did you get all those coins, Scar?” Busted. We had been together since we were 7 at the orphanage. Of course she would know.

Immediately, Kyrah grabs my forearm and doesn't let go till we get to her room upstairs. "What's up?" I ask and she blinks twice, licks her lips and begins. "I'm confused... Are you sure that man downstairs is your dad? I mean, you told everyone that he died years ago, and that scar on that guy's face is creepy," she says and sits on her bed and I follow suit. "He truly is my father, Kyrah. Believe it or not, he's Scar," she gasps and her eyes go wider than I've ever seen them.

Scar groaned as Lani opened her mouth for him, God, he just couldn't get enough of her. "Uncle Tee, you're gonna get cooties!" Mason squealed as he tugged on Scar's slacks. Giggling, Lani broke away from Scar. "You better save me then, Mase," Scar spoke as he held his arms out for Mason. He jumped excitedly into his large arms and clung to his neck. His head lay softly just below his shoulder as Scar placed the pacifier, that hung around the little one's neck, in his mouth. Lani softened at the two and couldn't help but wonder what Scar would be like with his own children.