Black Lion Novels & Stories

Mum isn’t a coward, but Dad won’t risk losing her or my sisters for anything. “What the hell is going on?” I ask no one in particular. “Feline’s,” Dad mumbles. Felines? Since when do felines come onto wolf territory without invitation? My eyes widen to the size of Mars upon seeing a massive white lion walk through the trees. Every inch of him, mane and eyes included, are white. He has to be eight feet tall. I’ve never seen a lion shifter so big in my life! Black, brown, and golden lions fall in line behind him, all smaller in height but not by much. It’s now I realise the white lion is Frostbite, the King of all Lion shifters.

I looked up slowly to meet Caleb's stare, hiding behind a small branch of leaves that was separating us from the lion. His dark brown eyes held fear for me, and his grip on my waist became tighter as he pressed me onto him. He was afraid something might happen to me... to us. A bloodcurdling roar came from beside me and I didn't move, trying not to concentrate on the roar from beside me, even though my heart pumped like a high school marching band. Another menacing growl echoed through the forest again, from far away, which made the lion beside me, move forward, its body now visible. It was a beautiful golden color, glistening under the moonlight, making it such a magnificent creature.

I realized as I sprinted on all fours, not minding where I was headed. With raised and curved brows, gaping jaws, and with wrinkles across my forehead, surprise drained me as I saw who they were. My best friend was one. I recognised his blue black coat and his golden ringed eyes. The second with his brown coat shining in the bright moonlight was Elvis. He was almost seven feet just crouching and I feared what could really happen if he caught me. If the first two terrified me, then the third wolf awed me. His fur was tawny, almost golden and his eyes were like fire and death. He made Elvis look like a dwarf.

I reply, trying to save my hand from his grip, “Owner of this establishment and Ass Saver.” Lion laughs. “Well, I don’t own anything and I don’t have a job at the moment… I’m just Lion. Ass Saved Lion.” “A Lion who runs from werewolves,” I add, making him laugh again, but he nods, “What the hell did you do to make them angry? I haven’t seen them attack a human until now.” “Oh, just… you know,” he murmurs and shrugs. “No, I don’t know,” I reply, looking at him with narrowed eyes, “What did you do?”

A small, yet powerful boyish voice spoke up and everyone’s gaze flew to the boy shrugging out of his mother’s hold and coming to stand in the middle of everyone. What? Was that Axl’s son? My…son? His blue irises had bled away to reveal a fierce orange that glowed with protective anger and while small, his aura loomed over everyone else’s except mine. Only special wolves could achieve such auras at that kind of age. His teeth ground together furiously as he glared at Stella who looked unnerved as fuck. By all things that were holy, was the boy a Lycan…just like me? Another voice piped up too. This one was a girl’s and it was just as strong as the boy’s. “My momma won’t be getting any punishme

Just perform perfectly in front of a panel of powerful Lycans, avoid dying, and make the Wolf Slayer look good. Also, I had to remember to keep my wolf a secret. M Easy peasy.

Laura asked as she prepared Leo for the stroll. “Lions are known to be kings of the jungle, am I correct? That means lions are of royalty, class. And I can tell that your champion has a majestic flair to his aura,” I explained. “That was very kind of you, Robert. Thank you,” she smiled. I nodded briefly, an acknowledgement of her response.

Levi Malcolm Birth: 12 March 1988, England Only child. Son of David and Elizabeth Malcolm. Heir to the noble Malcolm family. The Malcolm family serves the queen. They are the "guard dogs" of the queen. Both fearless and trustworthy, no one suspects the Malcolm family for anything. Neither do they suspect the family of being their natural enemies. Till one day, the noble house has been burnt down into flames. The entire family was found dead and everyone mourned over their death. All bodies weren't retrieved and the queen had justified it was bandits' attempt to kill her starting from her "guard dogs" and therefore didn't investigate further.

The Lion said as he waited for the debris to clear, already being able to sense that he was still alive. The smoke cleared and Xolvion's form was revealed to all. He had taken a large amount of damage with the blast ripped away half of his armour on his torso. His left arm was also burnt badly and the rest of his wasn't fairing much better. "That is one strong ass sword," Xolvion muttered, looking up at White Mane slowly with a smile still spread across his face. "It's time to finish this battle stranger!" The Lion shouted, pointing his sword at Xolvion again and he readied himself to pounce at his prey.

His hand really hurt. Leo turned, lowering his hand to his side. An action he instantly regreted as the throbbing and pain intensified. Grimacing, he tried to smile. "Mr. Kirby. this is unexpected." KK watched Leo. He saw the injury to Leo's hand and can tell immediately what's wrong with it, the obvious bruising and swelling a dead give-away. Signing, he walked around the desk, drawing closer to the injured lion. Leo watched him, wishing he could sit down, but he instead trips over his chair as he stepped back from the advancing KK.