The Lion King Scar Novels & Stories

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

"I heard your little outburst about your taste in men. Men with scars on their neck, huh?" He tilted his head, deliberately showing his scar to her. Linessa laughed. "It's pretty..." She told him. "But you don't suit my taste." "And why is that?" "You're marked...you have a mate and perhaps even a kid. Go home to them."

The sixth time photos of him cheating surfaced, Leander Prescott snatched the knife from my hand and brought it down hard. Stroke by stroke, he carved the name "Seraphina Vale" into his thigh. "Happy now? Can you leave Celeste alone?" I stood frozen, staring at him as if I suddenly didn't recognize the man in front of me. For ten years, we had tortured each other over Leander's infidelity. Every time he crossed the line, I carved my name into his flesh. Wrist-cutting, kidnapping, even hanging Celeste Waverly from a helicopter to threaten her—every scar on his body had a bloody story behind it. He had never been this calm. … Seeing the confusion in my eyes, a flicker of tenderness pa

I said as I led her back into Kieran’s chambers. “Scar,” I called my lost loyal guard. “Yes my king,” the big black wolf with a scar on the left side of his face answered. “Call off the search if nothing is found in the next one hour, take Akira back to my private chambers. Ensure she gets enough rest and she eats. No one is allowed to meet her or talk to her without my permission.” I ordered. “Yes my king…” Scar replied. “Where to brother?” Keiran asked, getting up from the couch.

They were both sitting on Olivia’s bed facing each other with their legs crossed. “Of course I’m not going to.” Olivia promised. “The only disadvantage was that you weren’t there, I missed you, you know?” “I missed you too, Scar.” Olivia replied as they hugged each other. “Scar?” Scarlet asked with raised eyebrows. “Is Michael the only one allowed to call you that?” Olivia teased. “Nah. It just reminds me of ‘Uncle Scar’ in ‘lion king’, you know?” Scarlet scrunched up her nose and I laughed.

Scar continued walking, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. He couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. He had hoped that by showing Lena how much he cared and by being there for her, she would eventually reciprocate his feelings. But it seemed like she was only interested in being friends and helping Hermes. As they moved deeper into the forest, Scar could sense a tension between them. Lena's sarcastic response didn't go unnoticed, and he wondered if he had said something wrong. He turned slightly to look at her, trying to read her expression.

he said, and my heart dropped because I hoped he would say he heard his wolf in his head before it came. "You mean Tiger didn't speak to you before he came?" I asked, and he shook his head. I felt my heart drop, and Lucian touched my hand gently. Lifting my palm, he placed it against his chest. "We love you, Scarlett, and we are willing to accept you without your wolf. It doesn't matter, really; you're our Luna." He said, and tears welled in my eyes because I could see he was telling me his truth; I could feel it.

Lacey was the last to leave and Scar was waiting for her, as if appearing out of nowhere. "Well, well, well...." Scar said, circling her, an animal stalking its prey. "What do we have here? Is it Princess Lacey Taregan? Alone? Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a shame." "What do you want, Scar?" Lacey asked, not in the mood for her taunting. Scar walked close to Lacey and lifted a strand of her hair as she walked around her, and then dropped it. "I just thought we'd have a little chat. You know..." Scar leaned close to her ear. "Girl to girl."

"In recognition of Scarlett's exceptional work, I'm granting her the position of Beta." As he spoke, he took out a necklace from behind him. All the wolves present were stunned. Only the Luna of each generation was allowed to wear that necklace, yet Christopher openly presented it to Scarlett in front of everyone. As the wolves stood frozen in disbelief, the doors to the banquet were kicked open, and my father, the Alpha King, appeared before them all.

“Days of my eyes being bandaged taught me one thing, Scar… I’m not a fucking child anymore. I can control my powers.” Her confidence didn’t ease Scarlet at all. If anything, it made her chest tighten. Scarlet’s wolf clawed violently beneath her skin, snarling, "Let me out. I’ll tear their throats." “No,” Scarlet whispered to herself. “You’ll get us disqualified, you unhinged beast.” Liora took a step closer, her perfume sugary sweet and nauseating when mixed with the metallic scent of blood and adrenaline around them. Her smile widened, bright and wicked like a blade with light glinting off it.