Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar 소설 & 이야기

It spilled out uncontrollable, wild, making the air around him feel heavy and wrong. He reached up with both hands and pulled back his hoodie, finally revealing his face. Owen's breath caught. Even from where he lay on the ground, he could see the scar. It was massive, a jagged line that ran from Korran's forehead down across his face, cutting through one eye and ending somewhere near his jaw. But it was his eyes that were truly disturbing. They were different colors, mismatched in a way that shouldn't have been possible. One glowed golden, bright and metallic, while the other was a strange reddish-brown, like old dried blood.

The scar. "This..." He leaned in. "This looks just like… He didn't finish the sentence. But I saw it. The exact moment his confusion peaked like a puzzle he couldn't solve. “Where did you get that scar?" he asked, voice low and different now. I blinked at him, silent. “It’s identical to Vivian’s,” he whispered. He looked at me like he was just noticing me for the first time. “Answer me, Arianna.” I opened my mouth, but the words didn't come. How was I suppose to know how the original owner got hurt.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

Amara stared back, trying to project a semblance of stillness, refusing to betray the sheer terror gripping her. ​Emiliano stared at her for a long, silent moment, his expression unreadable. He seemed to be assessing her, her fear, her presence in his bed. He slowly walked around the bed, stopping on his side. ​He reached up, pulling his undershirt over his head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto a nearby chair. Amara couldn't breathe. Her gaze involuntarily dropped, taking in the powerful breadth of his chest, the taut lines of his abdomen, and the faint, intricate scars—silent trophies of a violent life—that crisscrossed his left shoulder.

the guy threatened, whom I named Moustache. Since we arrived, they haven't bothered to conceal their identities. Either they were incredibly stupid, or they weren't planning on letting me out alive. The one guy had an angry face with a contrasting thick black moustache to his bald head. I named him Moustache. The other had a scar across the left side of his face. I called him Scar. He looked even more frightening than the one in The Lion King. Scar walked down to the window. The window was just one big open rectangle. The glass hadn't been installed yet. Scar looked down as he smiled at himself.

I gasped as I grunted and coughed. I kept begging him out of fear of what he might do but he just scoffed with disgust. "What a rat" he said and everyone laughed. "I, Lucas Culkin, reject you, Kieran Franklin as my mate" he said and surprised gasps erupted from the crowd. I screamed from the pain I felt in my chest as our mate bond broke and my wolf howled in my head as well. I gripped my chest from the pain I felt as he stared at me with that same disgust and kicked me in my ribs again.

"Meh, he isn't that bad, but he is shallow, and I can't have that, can I? Not if I'm going to look like Zuko from Avatar The Last Airbender." I snort. "Come on, everyone knows Zuko is the hottest one." "Is that a bad joke about burns?" I grimace, realizing that Zuko also has a scarred face because he was burnt by his dad. "Sorry... I didn't mean it like that." Real smooth, Andrew. She probably thinks you're an asshole now... "No offense taken," Caroline says without sounding hurt and places one leg over the other. Beautiful, confident girl. She is lounging in her sunbed right now, and if we were still together, I would sit behind her. Stroke her hair, kiss her neck, and look at the glitterin

My eyes widened as I stared right back at the replica of the scar on Becky's stomach. Exactly the same. the round white orbital, the dark mark symbols in the middle, with a dark, wide eye. It looked both ancient, mysterious, and somewhat magical in the way it stared right back at us. Renz had soon joined in as he stared at this symbol with most of his calm. He was trying to put things together in his head just as I was swept off my feet at the signs beneath it.

He had dusty silver hair, a bit darker shade than Eve and her parents but his eyes were blue, just like theirs. “What the… is that Khalid?” Ambrose gasped. Khalid that they knew now with one third of his head shaved off and others dyed black with long scars covers his face was no way near to the boy in front of him right now. His young self bears a serious look and a small covered dagger was strapped across his body from his left shoulder and tied to his other waist. “Khalid! I thought you will have my side!” Eve struggled to stand on her own two feet. Her father gently placed her down and both of her parents smiled seeing her looking agitated.