Uncle Scar Lion King Novels & Stories

the face of the man, which appeared ferocious with a scar, was now full of anguish and pleading, “it’s your uncle who asked me to look for you….” “He looks for me?” Simon wore a half-smile. “Yes…” the man with a scar said, “He wants to talk to you about something very important. I hope you can come with me.” “Only then does he remember that I am his nephew?” A wicked smile that was full of sarcasm curved Simon’s lips. “Master Simon, I know you’re still angry, but what your uncle does is for you good!” The man with a scar wore a sad face. “In the end, he and you are relatives. Are you really going to fall out with your closest, dearest uncle for an outsider?”

“Now, don’t tell me you just randomly picked him.” Scarlett stared at him, torn between laughter at his audacity and anger at his uncontrolled behavior. However, she chose to ignore him as if he didn’t exist. Now wasn’t the time to unleash her anger. By his words, it’s obvious he did not recognize his uncle. But was it possible to not sense his blood relative? ‘Don’t forget Nicholas is a lycan. It could be that they were not close,’ Ulva said, which seemed logical.

Alexander replied and I almost strangled his neck. "What are you doing?" I asked with wide eyes. He leaned into me and kissed my cheek like it was normal for us, very normal and I leaned in. I actually leaned in to the kiss. "Yes, baby. Scar is a bad Uncle and Mufasa is a good father. Just like your mummy and me. We're good parents, and there are some Uncles like Scar who are plain wicked, don't ever talk to them, yes?" He said and they all nodded.

Clara moaned softly after Arthur's finger brushed past her scalp, making her tensed body relaxed. “ You know so much about them, uncle, do you think it will work?” She asked as Arthur's hand stopped moving, making her open her eyes, “ what's wrong?” She asked, seeing his face all stoic. “ The next time you call me uncle again, I'll fuck you till you forget how to speak,” he threatened making her burst out laughing for his childishness

“Who is Uncle G? Is he just an ordinary businessman or is there something more to it? As far as I have observed, everyone in the private room, even your parents, did not dare to move around with him, even though his words were really provocative." The girl with the Scorpio zodiac chuckled, so her husband got slightly annoyed by it. “Uncle G is not an ordinary man. He is the first child of five siblings. That was why no one dared to go against my beloved uncle, and he had so great power in the Verz's big family.”

Just as the uncle was about to walk away, Keenan said, "I won't let her go." One punch sent Lily's staggering husband stumbling to the floor. It shocked the aunt who had never seen such a violent scene before. "He's my only nephew!" Uncle began to grip the collared shirt Keenan was wearing. "How dare you make fun of him, huh?" "Dear, patience!" his frightened-looking wife admonished. "We can talk it over." "I need your help." The words just now made Uncle nod in understanding. "What? Just say it! I'll take care of the necessary things as soon as possible so that Lily doesn't have to deal with rich people like you!"

my uncle said as he sat down. The insult was obvious. “What brings you here, brother?” my dad asked him, and he looked around the room. “You lied to me, said that none of your kids are hybrids, but rumors are your lastborn is a hybrid,” Uncle said, and I froze in place. “Well, those rumors aren’t true,” my father retorted, and my so called Uncle chuckled. But that laugh, that laugh was probably the scariest thing I have ever done. “It better be, because if not, brother, I will burn you and your entire family to the ground,” he said and got up without another word. End of flashback.

We continued to follow my uncle to a massive room, where I was stunned to see who was sitting at the throne. He looked slightly bigger than I’d seen him in Simoa’s memory, and he had a scar running through his left eyebrow. Other than that, he looked exactly like I’d seen him in the memory, and I wondered if he too would end up aging like my dad with him being Simoa’s mate. “You lied to me!” my uncle shouted. He looked up, shock plastering his features at seeing my uncle. “Hayes?” “You lied to me Bren, and I’m here to find out why,” my uncle informed.

He said in a smirk. "Where should I start? Ah ... Once upon a time there were two siblings, a man and a woman. These two, rebelled against their parents... Oops... Should I rephrase it.... Wait... Only the man rebelled against his parents but the woman loved dearly her brother the reason why she too went with him. The two siblings went away from their kingdom as they ended straying to different places. After a century, the two went back to their birth place. Their loving parents forgive their action. Two century past, the sister of the man got pregnant and she birthed a handsome perfect child. This child were adorable compared to his not so ugly uncle. Thus, this ugly uncle renamed the child

"No! You can't do this to me! My father saved you! You should make me your successor!" My uncle's patience snapped. He shoved her away and barked, "Silence! Your father did save me long ago, and I am grateful for that. But haven't you already wasted that debt? If you had stayed quietly by my side, you could have enjoyed all the privileges of being my ward. But your ambition was too great." He pulled open his shirt, revealing a deep scar that ran from his left shoulder all the way down to his right hip. The werewolves around us gasped, hands flying to their mouths.