Bloody Lion Face Novels & Stories

One hit to my chest has him looking up in fear as I strike him across the cheek with the mandible of the wolf before him. His face tears away, his cheek maimed and dangling by a thread as he falls to his knees, sobbing. I launch my foot into his face with a massive kick, relishing the way his nose sinks beneath my paw. A howl rips from my lycan’s chest, a victorious cry to let all know how terrifying I can be.

I'm unsure if my words had any severe consequences, but I couldn't bear to see other people insult him. 'You're doing well, that's what I mean. I will break his neck if he dares to do anything to you.' Oralie scoffed. 'Look, it's just a weak white guy, and it shouldn't be difficult for me to take him down.' I don't have as much confidence as Oralie, anyway; Lion is also Alpha blood, I hate him, but undeniably his Alpha aura is not inferior to Elias's. 'He's a powerful warrior!' I asserted.

. Rise Of The Bullied Lycan . Chapter 20: sliver of fear . Blood. Rich, thick, seeping through the fur of Raze’s thick black coat. Ford stayed quiet. The Lycan’s face was buried in the chest cavity of a male passerby and by the clothes Ford could only assume he was out for his morning run. The later time switch made Ford nervous. 4:30 was pushing it. Raze’s eye’s were closed, teeth snapping and braking through three ribs as his face became layered in the red fluid. It was all Ford could smell.

◇NO POV◇ For world Aurthur might be cruel but infront of viranica he is the most sweetest man he can't even raise his voice infront of her the side which world never seen from Aurthur was seen by viranica sun rays hitting viranica's eyes she opened her eyes slightly and looked at the handsome face beside her she pushed him away with one push but he is in deep sleep so moved and slept again some evil idea popped in viranica's brain she went near the sketch and brought it she started face art first she wrote monkey on his forehead later she drawn danger symbol bones and everything, she drew two fangs near his lips, she wrote monster on his face he opened his eyes and seen his little kitten gaw

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.

I instantly take a step back. Air whistles through his vents, and blood rushes from his neck as he lets out a sharp whine. He staggers and raises his hand to Ion Corvin. A jolt knocks him down, and he lies on the floor, blood gushing from the large, jagged wound on his neck. I spit out the disgusting meat in my mouth, trying to shrug off the horrid taste. Ion Corvin's face contorts, and he looks like a rabid animal. He snarls at me. "You'll pay for that."

Now, I understand why they called him the Bloodhound. The masked men began to surround him and his men, as if trying to overwhelm him with their presence. But he didn’t look faze. Liam didn’t need help. He moved like a shadow; his wolf form a blur of speed and just sheer bloodlust. His wolf form was so huge, so intimidating. It reminded me of Mason’s wolf form, only this one has a deep shade of brown furs with sharp stripes of black. He looked like a total beast, an absolute Alpha. Liam ducked and raked his sharp claws across the flesh of the masked enemies, teeth snapping at their throats. Blood sprayed through the air and I almost gasp at the sheer brutality of it all. I’m used to fighting

Whatever pushed me forward in that moment wasn't strategy or duty it was something rawer and louder than both, a need to get between her and whatever was hurting her. I locked onto the nearest lion and dragged him backward by the leg, pulling him clear. He spun faster than I expected and raked his claws across my face. The left side of my vision went red and I was swimming. I didn't let go. I torqued my neck hard until something in his leg gave way with a crack that ended in a roar. Then I threw him. He landed hard and didn't get back up cleanly.

he says coldly and immediately a big white cat comes forward and rubs his huge furry head on Roy’s leg. It’s a lion! My heart rate spikes when it turns to face me and I almost scream out loud when it licks my face. “Relax, Beast doesn’t bite,” Roy says as he gets up. “Unless he’s hungry,” he flashes me a terrifying smirk. He leaves me with those words and a big lion that keeps licking my face. It takes a while for me to realise it’s just being friendly and I giggle, running my hand through the thick fur that covers its head.

It's bloody tragic, in a savage sort of way. Still, pity will get me killed. "Get on with it, you lot!" I shout down, voice snappy as a whip. "Or are you too busy preening to actually fight? Come on, lion boy, show me those claws aren't just for show!" Lion twists free from black wolf's jaws, blood matting his mane, and he lets out a bellow that nearly topples me from my perch. He charges White Tiger, slamming him into a boulder with enough force to crack stone.