Bloody Lion Face Novels & Stories

Its large head was obviously the first thing I noticed, next to those short legs. "Don't kill me." The voice had pleaded again. What felt strange was the fact that as I stared into the creatures red blooded eyes,I saw sadness. Terror. The lion was all black,its mane and fringe, its powerful forelegs,coat and every other part of the lion - all black. Yes! It was a lion and a beautiful one at that. "Please,don't harm me. Kerik." It knew my name. The lion was talking to me. How was that possible? "You can talk?"

“Yes, Blade Lion.” “What does it look like?” “It looks exactly how it sounds Kylie. A lion with blades sprouting out its skin.” … Outside the locker room, the fans were watching the fight on stage in stunned surprise. Although they were seeing what was happening with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe.

I cleaned all the blood on his body, trying hard to stay focused since this was the second time I'd be seeing his body in the space of hours. “What happened?” I asked, wondering why his wounds wouldn't heal voluntarily. “Was it my advice that put you in this situation?” “No.” He chuckled, looking up at me as I stitched his body. His face got closer to mine, and it got several times harder to concentrate. I could feel my chest tighten as I swallowed hard. “What happened then?” I inquired, feeling very concerned. “I fought the faceless Luna.” He said, and my eyes widened. I don't know who that is, but she sounds scary.

The long blade in Lex's hand seemed utterly insignificant before such a massive, ferocious beast. With a single swipe of its paw, the lion knocked the weapon flying. Lex rolled across the ground and quickly grabbed a long staff to defend himself. But the lion's claws were razor-sharp and immensely powerful. With a casual swipe, it tore away a large patch of flesh from Lex's face. Blood immediately poured down his face. The scent of blood only further stimulated the lion. Baring its fangs, it lunged forward, aiming straight for Lex's vulnerable neck.

Then Narakashura's face took a strange turn. "His mouth, nose and eyes are gone?!" The White Lion was shocked. Narakashura's new appearance made the White Lion anxious. In addition, his two horns that were originally small had now grown longer. Her body was completely fiery red in color. Narakashura showed her true power and form. "I will burn you! You cat!" Narakashura pointed at the White Lion. "Damn it! I can't fight him alone! Come on, wake up the Black Tiger!" The White Lion tried to wake his friend.

Before leaving I heard the boy speak quietly. "Don't...leave." I froze for a moment and turned around. The boy was staring up at the ceiling, seemingly uninterested in his surroundings. I couldn't see his eyes since they were covered by the hoodie. "Why not?" I asked. He didn't respond. Instead, he reached out and pulled the hood off of his head. I gasped when I saw his face. His skin was pale and almost translucent. His hair was long and messy, falling over his eyes. his throat was slashed. but he still had a tongue. If he was indeed alive he wouldn't have had time to heal.

“Your body temperature rises every time you blush. I feel the warmth radiating from your face.” Less than twenty minutes later, a loud yawn rips through my mouth. I try to covertly muffle it with a paw because I don’t want Phantom to think I don’t appreciate this amazing night. A big grin expands across his face, and I realize he may be right about him being the most beautiful werecoyote I’ve ever seen. “Don’t. Move!” He growls, and his face contorts as panic washes over his features. The sudden fury behind his words startles me. Before I have time to ask, an oversized mountain lion lunges for my throat.

The fangs seemed as if they were still stained with the flesh and blood of their last prey, it was eerie and terrifying. Its body seemed like a huge mountain as the lion lunged directly towards Damon. And by this time, there was no cover between them. The bang of a gunshot rang out. Then there was a five-shot streak. With a clean shot. One huge body fell to the ground in response. The lion that lunged towards Damon got a shot to the head. It fell like a hobnailed meat pressed directly onto his car. The entire car was crushed almost to the point of deformation. But for ten seconds or so.

The tribal markings carved across her face only made her look more feral as she pressed her attack; her braided ponytail snapped behind her like a banner in the wind. I met her advance head-on as her club came down on me, the rattling through my arm. The force of the collision brought both of us to a halt; my hand trembled on the shaft of the spear, not from fear but from the grief of mourning Mehan that I had been holding back. I deflected her move, trying to corner her attacks, but I wasn't ready for what came next. Using her legs, she kicked me in the stomach, swirled, and then jammed her boots against my face.

I looked like a raging bull salivating because of anger. I took a step forward and felt the urge to kill someone. I clenched my fists and the hatred manifested on my face. My eyes got blurry and I was fixated on one person alone. The heavy pressure on my eyes was a combination of tears flowing from the inside, and the pressure daunting at him now. My whole body started trembling while contemplating ways to kill those people in the video. Why the hell not, if the gorgeous woman in the video looked exactly like the person I had a steamy moment with every fucking night in my own house, in our own matrimonial bed?