Black Lion Novels & Stories

The blood splattered on the ground, but it also could not lessen their anger and desire to kill people. “all of you, turn back, let’s chase her” The biggest guy spoke aloud in a hoarse voice. Each of his dragon tattoos on his neck and the back of his neck became wrinkled because of his anger. They continued to return to that place. Suddenly, a large animal blocked the way. It extended its sharp claws toward the group of people. One by one, they were torn apart in the middle of the forest, even the biggest guy. The animal looks like a big wolf. The animal smelled and it chased in the direction in which Lily was running.

he roared but what returned to him was a roar much stronger than his own. It was the roar of an actual beast, the roar of an actual lion. For the son of the Crowned Lion King who had been fated to deal with him was the ferocious beast that had returned the greeting that was not meant for him. Unlike the Blade Lion who was the actual representation of a beast, the one who had dared to return he, Muscles, greeting, had not adopted the form of a beast. He still stood in his human form. He didn’t have fur all over his body nor did he have blades or laws sticking out of him; yet for some reason he felt just as dangerous, if not more so, than the Blade Lion. With eyes that were murderous and dange

He saw there were two young adults around eighteen or nineteen years old wearing the Grandiuno Sect's uniform running for their lives toward them. They were not very weak. At least they were also level one supreme saints. However, there was a black-scaled beast that looked like a lion and the size of a small hill chasing after them. Its body was tough like iron and sparkled with fire. Its breath was terrifying and it had the attainment similar to the peak stage of level one supreme saint. Yaacob Nielsen was running as fast as he could away from the Fire Leo while wondering why he was having bad luck today.

His paws, massive and powerful, left deep impressions in the sand, yet he didn’t sink a single inch, as though the desert had no power over him. His thick, fiery tail swished through the air, leaving trails of scorched sand in its wake. I shivered at the sheer size of the beast. “It’s a black lion… covered in flames?” Pelin said, stunned this time. “Yes. It seems so,” I replied, unable to look away from the beast. “Any last words?” she asked jokingly, giving me a gentle shove in the side. “I’d rather not,” I admitted with a smirk. Her laughter was brief, then she whispered, “We can’t fight them both. What if that scorpion stings when we are not looking?”

After the war between humans and beastmen ended, both sides agreed that half-beast nobles would govern the world together. Under the marriage pact, every hundred years, each couple must bring their children before the altar. The High Priest cuts each child's palm and lets their blood drip into a chalice. The child with the purest blood becomes the next King. I married Todd, heir to the fox clan, and gave birth to a half-beast fox with the purest blood of them all. My sister, drawn to the wealth and status of the hawk nobility, chose their proud and distant heir. But he had no interest in women, and their marriage drove her mad. Consumed by jealousy, she demanded another test of my son's bloo

“If the south have this question, they might have a fighting chance, but if any others have it, the North wins.” I wasn't sure why he was announcing it to us like we couldn't see it already on the dashboard. “What is the most feared creature in the wolf Kingdom?” He asked, and just before I could hit the pin, a member of the Northern team hit it. I hissed in pain. The disappointment that came with us being able to win was very horrible. “The Kiliva lion.” He answered wrongly to my amazement. “Wrong! Bonus?” I hit my ring, speaking up immediately. “The dragon of the West, also known as The Beast of the West, also known as the forerunner of the goddess , and is said to be alive till date.” I s

But tonight, according to Sang-woo’s informant, the Lion himself was expected to make an appearance. “Stay sharp,” Sang-woo murmured, his voice low but commanding. “The Lion is different from the others we’ve faced. He doesn’t need chains to control people—he uses loyalty, fear, and promises.” Soo-ah glanced at him. “And you’ve faced him before.” The silence that followed told him enough. Sang-woo’s jaw tightened, but his eyes betrayed the weight of memories too dangerous to put into words. Inside, the air of the bathhouse was stifling, thick with steam from vents that hadn’t seen water in decades. Faded tiles whispered of past luxury, now cracked and dulled by dust. The sound of voices drif

Seeing his attacker. A huge jet black wolf looks down at him with piercing green eyes and the wolves around immediately bow to him. Daniel could feel the person's aura. It was not a Beta or a Gana blood. It was way more. The beautiful wolf with black jet fur was a rarity. A royal wolf,who have been heard to go extinct years ago. The wolf starts approaching Daniel, daring him to move. By blocking his exit and standing between the cliff and him. And Daniel gulps. Knowing there was no escape now.

Back at the Beast Hall's Book Collection Vault in Desolate Grounds city, there was an ancient text that had spoken about the Blazing Overlord Lions. These lions were just like other lions, only that their bloodline were extremely peculiar. Unlike normal lions, the Blazing Overlord Lions had a scorching orange flame as fur. They also had the dragon bloodline mixed with theirs, and as such, if they claimed to be second strongest in the animal kingdom of their cultivation realm, then no animal would dare claim to be first.

Pink peeked at the royal family and their relatives. Crown Prince Aidan (lion), King Ibrahim (lion), Queen Liliana (Hyena), Grand Duke Yusoff (lion), Duke Ajiad (lion), King Ali (wingsman), Lord Musa (lion) and Daud (lion). “I don’t find it funny to see these races come together.” She expressed her bizarre inner thoughts heartlessly. “Err, excuse me, Lord Pink. Whatever you mean by that?” Musa’s frigid body language was enough to express his disliking of the grumpy bunny.