Romans & histoires The Lion King Scar

Just as Greg said, Karen was the one who rescued her. It’s Scarlett, Scarlett was the one dressed in a robe… my anger gave way to my wolf to be out, I was transforming into a wolf aggressively hanging still on the tree. I howled in anger, my claws were longer than before, and my eyes were dead as poison. I scanned and zoomed in Scarlett and Karen's direction, they were heading towards a big hall. I jumped down from the tree and mounted one of the warriors, my claws cut deeper into him, flinging anyone that came my way.

She takes a cloth out and ties the circulation from the lower shoulder that connects the arm. Leon peers up and notices the situation. He sees the remains of the low-born crawling. Troy pulls on his arm and looks up at him. “No…don’t go.” Leon looks down at him and smacks his hand away. Troy whimpers. “You wouldn’t understand…” Leon says to Troy before he walks over to the dead horse and in front of the two circle knights. Scar looks up at Leon and at that moment, he sees the coming of the next fire lord, one that would not stand for the corruption of these monsters, one that will cleanse this realm of them. He will need a guide, a right hand… Scar looks at his arm and grabs the wrist of the

Some screams came from the back followed by loud grunts, and I didn’t bother to look because I knew Scar had them all in control. “I got his minion sir.” He announced bringing forward a little guy who didn’t look to be more than 25. He had dirty blonde, bedroom hair with a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, and he looked as frail in the arms of Scar as he held him down by his neck. Turning to him, I nodded to Scar to release and after he did, he looked up to me with the most petrified look that I even felt like a monster. “What has the old man been up to?” I asked nodding back to Liam who was still suffering from the aftershocks of the pen, plus the heroine numbed him and made him heavy ever

My luna. Vivienne. With her red hair- my scarlet wolf. I will not let them abuse and take anything from my luna or my pack. I will chew off Lamia's head personally. Vivienne is my moon now. She is my whole being of existence and I will fight to give her a pack worth leading. She will live with me and we'll hopefully have a big family. I want daughters and sons. I want to see her smile as she looks down at her first newborn in her arms.

It's heat spreading in her chest. You are doing good. Continue. It was Liona. Scar's wolf and she feels hope building up in her. Her wolf was not dead...she was always there. Hidden in the background. Soon Scar feels each and every cell in her body coming alive. A throbbing pain entering her skull. Body shaking. As she glows. " Leo... it's too powerful...I can't control it." Scar thrashes. The burning inside her too much to tolerate. To only find Leo speaking near her neck.

“You’re wasting time.” “No. You are,” the man said, and nodded at Scar. Scar moved to the side of the room and pulled out a compact generator with attached wires. I felt my throat tighten as he began attaching leads to a metal rod. “You lay a hand on her—” Leo began, stepping closer to the screen. “Then give us what we want.” “What’s Leo planning with Kade?” Scar asked, turning back to me. “I don’t know who that is,” I said, truthfully.

A flicker of fear crept over me. Scar was heavily built and almost as tall as Wraith; his eyes were blue, and his hair was a shock of white. He too was covered in scars, but the most gruesome was on his face. It seemed like someone had carved him open from the forehead down, only to restitch him back up. The Ironside Pack were on their feet now, cheering. I could finally understand why Rex thought of ‘Scar’ as a worthy opponent. He definitely looked the part. “Last calls for bets!” a man called out, and Rex motioned him over.

Bianca was sitting up, propped by a mountain of pillows, while Aegis lay beside her, chewing contentedly on a rubber bone. ​Lorenzo was showing her a picture book of various animals. "This is a lion, Bianca. He’s the king of the forest. Like Papa is the king of the fortress." ​Bianca leaned forward, her eyes fixed on the dog next to her. She reached out a chubby hand and buried it in the golden fur of Aegis’s neck. ​"Ae... gi," she bubbled. "Aegi!" ​The room went silent. Aegis stopped chewing and looked up, his tail giving one, slow, deliberate thump.

Soon men were cracking little jokes and laughing. “King Leon, we heard you had a new mate, Where is she?” It was Scar, a short king of the Westwoods Lycan clan. His eyes shone with humor and anticipation. I could tell how pleased he was to have mentioned this. He was a smart one, we barely tolerated each other other especially since we both wanted Lea and I beat him and won her over. I knew he had not forgiven me for taking her from him, for having her first, and he was not willing to forgive me. Now was the perfect time for him to mock me. The room fell awkwardly silent . Even the musicians, the dancers and the entertainers stopped moving, the music stopped playing and everyone waited to se

Something bold enough, or foolish enough, to test me. When the door creaked open and the young scout entered, chest heaving, I didn’t turn. “Speak,” I commanded. My voice came out colder than the midnight air. He swallowed, trembling. “My King… it’s Scar.” A muscle in my jaw twitched. Scar never made a move without intention calculated, layered, venomous intention. “What about him?” I asked, though I already felt the answer twisting in my gut. The scout hesitated, then forced the words out.