Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

“If I hadn’t done it, how would we have eliminated my brother? The one we both hated?” He stares hard. “And Scar? What if Gerald wounded him? What if he crawled off to die?” My chest tightens violently at the thought. I straighten and turn away, staring out the window. “I know Scar isn’t dead,” I say slowly. “Because he survived Valentino and his men.” The memory of the footage burns behind my eyes now. Scar transforming fully and monstrously. Tearing through Valentino and his men with the strength of an entire pack. “If that same power rose in him against Gerald… Then he lived.”

Like the momentary pause, he had never happened. Naturally, Agnes did not notice that something was wrong with his expression. She turned to look at Robert who was somehow smirking. When he caught her eyes, he winked at her. Before she can react, she can’t see his face anymore because of the glass covering his face. “Of course,” Leon answered his friend. “We have the same blood running in our veins after all.” Agnes looked at Robert, thinking that this man… He knew more about Leon than her.

A voice stated from the right. The smirk on his face immediately grated on her nerves, a cocky Alpha. Normally they were egotistical and had exceedingly high testosterone levels. It also came with a superiority complex. He wasn’t as unimpressive as the others; she remembered his bright green eyes and black hair that stood out against his deeply tanned skin. A scar ran down his face from his eyebrow to his chin, cutting through his lip in a clean cut. She had given him that scar. He probably thought he was smart for tracking them down.

Time passed by second by second. Around eleven o'clock, a car approached. Kevin's body suddenly straightened up, his eyes fixed on the familiar license plate. 2888. Wasn't that Donovan’s car? His heart raced uncontrollably, and he saw the car door open. Three men coming out. The tallest man in front had a fierce scar between his eyebrows, earning him the nickname Scar. No one knew his real name. Some referred him as Donovan, some as Scar. Two men followed behind him. At the gate, the guard respectfully greeted them, and Donovan mumbled a reply before walking straight in.

Garold said respectfully. Normal Arkyn would want to rip someone’s face off for looking at his naked mate but this tone made his eyes dart to her. Scars covered her back. Freshly made ones, still bright pink. She was thin on the verge of being starved. His eyes shot back to Garold who was now watching him and not on his mate. A large scar covered her rib cage, he gritted his teeth. “I’m going to kill them all.” He growled.

I touched her scar carefully with my index finger. “There is nothing that could ruin your face. It’s perfect. You look cool, like Jason Mamoa or Charlie Puth. You have a scar that other people shave into their eyebrows, so they can pretend it’s real. Don’t worry, Kate. You still look like you and you are still beautiful.” Kate looked up at me with her big chocolate eyes and I started to look down at her mouth. That perfect little heart shaped upper lip. I licked my lips and my head instinctively moved towards hers.

, I came out of my car and I wasn’t surprised when Scarlett came out wearing a long face. “You bitch!” She said as she walked towards me. “Can we do this later, I got work. Thank you” I said dryly and made to enter my car but she was fast to touch me by my hand. I quickly removed her hand from my body like it was a plague and looked at her angrily. “Never in your life, I repeat, never touch me with that hand you uses to give my dad a hand job” Scarlett looked pretty embarrassed as I said that but she was quick to cover it up with a scoff.

Don’t tell me, they actually got one of their men to work with the lights…to give a dramatic effect? That’s absolute cringe! The man stands before us, a sinister smirk on his tattooed bald head, almost similar to Suho’s. only that they have a huge difference in race. He isn’t Korean. None of them are. Then wh- Before I can even complete the thought, my eyes fall on the tattoo mark on the man’s head, and this time I actually take a good look. It’s not the bleeding Dragon like Suho’s. It’s something else. It’s a huge ass Scorpion.

They also had bonds: links that connected them to their mates, their soulmates, their other halves. Scar had never wanted a bond. He had never wanted to share his life, his mind, his heart with anyone. He had never wanted to depend on anyone, or have anyone depend on him. He had never wanted to love anyone, or have anyone love him. He had never wanted Lena. He landed on the roof of his building, shifting to his human form. He was tall and muscular, with tanned skin and black hair. His eyes were golden and slitted, like a cat's. His face was handsome and fierce, with sharp features and a scar across his cheek.

Maybe it was a side effect of the loss of our mate so abruptly. Ulva did not take those words well. She stood up on all fours and groaned bitterly. ‘I thought you know better than this, Scar... You know nothing!’ ‘Really? And you know everything, huh?’ Scar mocked her wolf, who only frowned, and then a little smirk appeared on her face. ‘I don’t know about anything else, Scarlett. But there is one thing that matches between us.’ ‘What is it?’ ‘Our strength, Scarlett,’ Ulva replied matter-of-factly.