Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

I guess that was what you get for not having your parents raise you ever since you knew how to breathe. You took a closer look at the guy without knowing it. The man's ear-long hair sits black struck colored with his shoulders so broad that it was almost doubled mine. He has an amazingly and perfectly, and almost sculpted, scar on the middle of his forehead. What's even more astonishing was that the scar was in the shape of a perfect waxing crescent moon. Oddly, it was almost carved onto his skin. His fashion sense was a little questionable, though. I wasn't quite sure if his shoulder blade pads were actually metal or if they were just a design of his top. Or the weirdly placed cape on his b

There was no 'us' in our future - We didn't have a future. By the goddess of creation, he is beautiful. I think while my eyes stay locked on him. Maybe not in your traditional way, but still, Kian's body tells a story, his scars weren’t a disfigurement to me, they were him, his map of life, everywhere he had been and everything he had experienced. And to me, that was sexy as all get out.

At least that way I will be able to think. Suddenly, the door burst open tearing a yelp out of me. I turned to find Scar standing there, looking like Lucifer in all his glory, and glaring dangerously at me. I tried reading him, tried to find what he was thinking in his mind as he stared at me with the greatest animosity, all I could see was pain and anger etched across his face boldly. But mostly, pain that knew no bounds. He knew! Of course, he knew before everyone else did. “Ava?” It came out as a roar. But he was my brother, and I knew it intimately that he didn’t mean to startle me. I still got startled nonetheless. Because right now, he looked nothing like that brother who would spoil m

He whispered, then I decided to look at him. ‘Fuvk, he stripped!’ I screamed excitedly in my head. His chiseled abs are so inviting. In the cozy room, his solitary figure stood, his back against the cold brick wall, bathed in the coolness of the room. His most striking feature, a haunting scar that snaked its way from his chest down to his lower body, seemed to glisten in the faint light, telling a story of battles fought and secrets kept.

The night stretched long and cold, the air thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. The battle had ended, but the war was far from over. Scar emerged from the shadows, his towering frame moving with deadly grace. His fur, a deep shade of charcoal, gleamed under the moonlight. Scars littered his body, marks of past battles, proof of his dominance. His golden eyes flickered with something unreadable as he stopped in front of the crumpled figure on the ground.

Ravana suggested, and it was a stranger glaring at someone with the same face as mind. “Leo and Enzo, have their fluids, they have done nothing to be treated like this,” I sneered at them while struggling against the men who held me to the ground “Lift her,” Kyle commanded and I was brought up. “The scar on my face is a trophy from your so-called mate Leo, and don't you dare say anything about them not doing shot to deserve what is coming from them,” he spat out in rage. “Then why is he in the forest and now facing them head-in,” I asked and I smirked.

The man in her dreams! She gazed at him, scanning his sexy figure. His eyes were blue and they sparkled like the bioluminescence of the ocean at night. He had a long scar that ran from the conner of his right eye to the conner of his lips. Even with the scar, he looked even more stunning than he was last week. She wondered how he got that scar, there was no scar last week. Maybe, I'd ask him. On a second thought, I better avoid this guy!

Otuoke hissed, smiling into his face. Alpha Otuoke’s hand morphed, and long claws formed on his paws. Scar growled as He ran his claws around his face. Otuoke cackled, his eyes twinkling. He ran his claws down to Scar’s chest and pulled down strongly, tearing both his cloth and skin. Scar held back any sign of the pain he felt, staring directly into Otuoke’s eyes who held his gaze as he continued, soon tearing down to even his trousers and leaving him stark naked. Even Reno went mute and still, simply howling in his head.

She was sure he had eight packs. Coming to the conclusion, he was huge. He was like a caveman but the only difference was that he was handsome and instead of having a long bread like most caveman do, he had a well trimmed bread which made him look even more handsome, it added more to his charms. Her eyes than landed on the scar which adored his face. The scar ran from his thick eye brows to his well defined high cheekbone. She doesn't wants to judge or anything but the scar did made him look even more scary. He looked terrifying.

the Hova said. Like the other one, he was dressed entirely in black. He was tall and lean and looked more like a human teenager than a Hova. His eyes, however, were bluish silver. The expression on his face was a mix of confusion and anger. Of course. He had just seen his crowned prince kill his partner. He glanced between Prince Marcellus and Scarlett as if now knowing who to attack. Scarlett had an idea. She put her hands together like she had seen her people do so many times. They wouldn’t start glowing, because she had no magic. But the Hova didn’t know this.