Why Does Kovu Look Like Scar Novels & Stories

Alpha Atticus Slater, Luna Evelyn Slater, and Beta Marcel Vega It took me a minute to figure out where I recognized the third face, a man with dark skin and a freshly shaved head. His thick lips were tilted at the corners, eyes crinkled in a way that made me assume he smiled frequently. Cole’s eyes peeked at me from above the screen. “Picture Marcel two decades older, in a dress shirt and slacks, with a long scar down his arm. Who else do we know who looks like that?” I stiffened when the pieces clicked together, narrowing my eyes at the screen. It felt impossible, too farfetched to actually be true, but what about Violet’s past actually felt normal?

“Why is it that you call me Scar?” I giggle, “Well the first time I saw you shirtless I noticed you had scars all over your chest and for some reason that stuck for me. Plus I love the Lion King and at the time you were the villain of my story.” He ducks his head down and whispers in my ear making me squirm, “the villain eh?” I push away from him and bite my lip to prevent a moan from escaping. He straightens back up before saying “I’ve actually never seen that movie before.”

My parents look at each other quizzically but when I look at Alpha Eric I can see him searching his soul, if he has any. “I went through a dangerous forest where I was attacked by a beast, the origin of the scar on my face. Some people call me Scarface because of this. They may be doing so to scorn me, but the scar is a constant reminder that I fought and conquered adversity.” This is aimed at Bernice and Tiffany. Jim walks away from his place next to Drake and goes towards where Josephine is seated. I hope that she won't raise any drama. “I am most thankful to the family who rescued me from the jaws of the beast and took care of me.” I can see Benjamin acknowledging.

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.

, 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.

I’m like a walking Drake advertisement. I licked my lips, I was about eye level with his pecks. His abs. Whatever. This wall, mountain of a man. He was so wide and thick I doubted I could get my arms around him. He had a massive thick scar that started in his cheek and ran straight down to the base of his penis. That had to hurt like hell. It seemed as though he’d been ripped right open. How did he even survive it? Otherwise the only tattoo he had was the one marking him as a member of Black Cove. The one everyone had. The one I would get after I have my shift and formally join the pack. If I’m still here.

He just hummed in response. I looked around and could feel Koa “snapping pictures” for lack of better term at the moment. There had to be at least 100 people up here. We were walking up to one of the warriors who had scars all over his body. For a wolf to have scars, they had to of been wounded horribly to the brink of death, that their wolf couldn’t heal them fast enough. I couldn’t even begin to imagine what this warrior had been through to be a lycan and have all those scars.