Why Wasn't Scar King Novels & Stories

That night, I sat alone in my tent. I held on to one of Scarlett’s scarves I had taken from her clothes. She had tied it in her hair once during our very eventful nights. Her scent lingered on the scarf. Scarlett’s scent filled me up, she haunted me. Not in the way a ghost would. But like a promise. I had conquered more land than any other King that came before me, even my crazy father. But I couldn’t stand to lose Scarlett over some silly conquests. I had something more than a throne to protect.

“His mom knew he couldn’t hold the throne. He knew that too. He wouldn’t have taken over the title if not for the tragedy of his sister. He has a kind heart, just...too soft. It’s a bad thing when you have to rule.” Scar didn’t know. But now she felt a bit better about Elijah Green now. The weird but certainly mellow man. “That’s why I proposed the marriage for you and Scott, actually,” Granny suddenly said, pulling Scat’s mind back. What?!

then he is something. “What if the king fights him?” I know the king will win. “That is something we can not say. They did not test his strength. Sometimes I saw them encounter each other but the king only nods at him” maybe the king respects what he has. “It’s Scar” I felt mixed emotions when Kline mentioned Scar’s name. I do not know if I’ll look at them or not.

It was almost like she never existed in the first place. Cassian had barely slept. He was feeling her absence more than he cared to admit. Tony was starting to get really worried about him. He was hardly eating, and he snapped at every little thing. Even the maids were scared to go near him now. It was as if the famous scarred king had returned, and no one could be spared from his wrath. "S... Sir?" A timid-looking maid, Noelle, stammered as she opened Cassian's study door.

Three gashes marked my face, I was young and stupid, I got in a fight with my family lord, I came out as the winner with the mark to remind me of what happened. "My king," I say bowing my head, the king was sitting on his throne where he belongs but his pet wasn't there next to him, I didn't want to see her right now. "Scar, tell me about your staying on earth," the king asks, it's a strange request but I have to answer my king. "I've roamed through the earth looking for a match" I answer him. "And did you find a match?" He asks, it felt like the whole world was stuck in my throat right now, but I had to answer.

He was getting irritated I could tell you that. He shook his head, his hand letting go of me before striding away. I stared at his back and oohh my. His back was littered with scars upon scars just like the king. They both had so many scars it scared me to even think about it. My whole body shook, turning and slowly walking to the kitchen. The words spoken by the king suddenly came of how Brum had gone through the same hell as he had. Why would that be? Did the deceased king also abuse Brum? If Brum and Conri had been close, I guess he would have.

“Thank you, brother! You’re still the best to me.” I didn't reply to her. I simply stared at the spot where Lyall and Ren had disappeared, a cold smile creeping onto my face. Back in my quarters, I tore the room apart. Drawers crashed to the floor, papers scattered everywhere as I searched frantically. “Kane, what are you doing?” Scar barked. “We already lost him! Why would you want to hurt him?” I tossed a heavy wooden chest aside. “Relax, Scar. Think. The Lycan King cannot have a male mate. Ren will suffer. We’re saving him.”

Sharing my utter disbelief, the onlookers begin whispering among themselves. ‘So that’s why they called him the Red Lycan King,’ Scar muses. It was never in the histories, most of the pages were ripped out. He wasn’t just trying to erase the truth about our kind. He was erasing the truth about himself too. And, despite it all, he is still smiling. He isn't afraid, even though his end is right in front of him. “For centuries, this monster hunted innocent families,” Theron addresses the entire crowd. “Today... the judgment belongs to the people he tried to erase.”

“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.”

Realizing her weak position, Laylin decided to make a hasty move, "Why do you want to help me?" "You...! Aren't you quite direct?" Scarlet's eyes widened at her direct approach before she hummed, staring at the empty sky for a while, "Let me see... It's like camaraderie. We are both convenient pawns at the disposal of strong men so I empathize with you." She pushed the sweet tray in Laylin's direction: "So how did you survive?" "How did you?" It was well known that Scarlet was the only Royal the present King had spared in his brutal rebellion.