Black Lion Novels & Stories

His eyes widened instantly, "There seems to be more than one lion. Perhaps ... it's a pack of lions?" He could only grimace as he listened to the lions' voices. "Wow! It really is a pack of lions. They're not starving, are they?" However, he shook his head vigorously and quickly shook off his fear. "Lory Blackwell. How can you be afraid of animals? You're a soldier of the Ans De Lou Kingdom. A bunch of lions shouldn't be a big problem for you," Lory said, who was trying hard to brace himself. In just a short time, Lory soon realized that the group of lions was almost here.

"Mommy!" My brother and Dillon suddenly gave him a blow on his head and scolded him for bullying a hatchling. I hugged Gurion and rubbed my face on his cheeks while cheering him up. "Yes, Gurion is not a bird—Gurion is a Lion—a majestic Lion like Grandpa Lev," I uttered bitterly in a low voice as I tried to smile in front of the little hatchling. Gurion hugged me back while yawning due to tiredness, so I asked him, "Are you done eating?"

I hope I didn't get myself into too much trouble my first day here. What a way to start things off. "And you, where did you run off to?" The black lion, a very rare breed indeed and thought to be extinct from the earth realm sidled over to my side looking sheepish. "He likes the flowers princess. Whenever he walks in the garden he goes into a daze and it's hard to get him out." "Oh really? You know him pretty well huh."

"Holy motherfucking fucker," Cronus froze as he stepped in through the door with Beloca and saw the sight behind those silver, metal bars. "What the fuck," Beloca watched, fascinated, "A lion. I've never seen a lion that big in my entire life." "A cougar, you dumbass. The King-Cougar..." Cronus whispered its name as if he was scared that the animal would wake if he called too loud. He almost choked on his fear.

Rowan was trying to bond with him, but with the fear of him dying any minute now and breaking Rowan's heart, I wasn't sure about it, I never want my mate to feel broken or hurt. The other possibility was Seth being an omega, a wolf that's so rare, when he shifted we saw him being a white wolf, but he was only a white wolf for such a small time, maybe our eyes tricked us, maybe he's just a blond wolf and took him to be white since he's small and sick.

One line, written in a hand she recognized instantly. > Don’t trust anyone wearing the crest of the black lion — not even him. Her breath caught. The symbo l of the black lion — Alessandro’s family emblem — gleamed on the ring he never took off. The letter slipped from her fingers, carried off by the wind.

But right now, I could see clearly what the tattoo was. Across his entire back from the nape of his neck to his waist stretched an image of a lion. The intricate details gave illusion of movement as though the beast breathed beneath the skin, alive and restless. At the center, the lion’s eyes burned with relentless intensity. One eye stared forward with unwavering focus and authority, while the other narrowed with predatory determination. Its mouth was thrown open in a fierce roar. Long, dagger-like fangs pierced through the darkness, sharp enough to command fear from any who dared meet its gaze.

He was something far above that. A Lycan. And not just any Lycan. The Lycan King. A strange mixture of shock and disbelief flooded my thoughts. Dane, however, clearly hadn’t expected this reaction. His jaw tightened as he glanced at the uneasy council members. “You can’t be serious,” he said sharply. “You’re going to let that distract you from the real issue?” His voice sounded more strained than confident now. The council leader’s attention remained fixed on Luciano. “Are you claiming Camilla Lynch as your mate?” he asked carefully.

another said, and there was something in the way he said it, not quite fear, not quite fondness, some uneasy mixture of both, that made me actually listen. I heard fragments after that, stitched together across the hours the way you stitch together a stranger's life from gossip you were never meant to overhear. King Lucian Varek. Sovereign of some northern dominion I'd never had reason to learn the name of, ruling from a palace called the Iron Crown. They called him the Blood King, and not, from the tone of it, as an exaggeration meant for children. He had crushed some noble uprising when he was barely more than a boy by their reckoning, and executed his own uncle for treason with, depending

Jonas murmured and my lips tugged up, “Do you know the difference between the Lion and every other animal in the jungle?” I asked. I replied to my question, “The Lion is the KING of the jungle. Terrorists might be going around the jungle and he would remain silent but…” I picked some sets of knives and arranged them beautifully in a boot I bought that had pockets for knives. “When that terrorist comes into his territory, the den… That terrorist doesn't go out. The same way the antelope never sent souvenirs to his parents again.”