Bloody Lion Face Novels & Stories

"Hi... Brother." Lucian and the others were suspecting but they were still surprised. "Bloom" stopped just in the middle of the room. She ripped her hood slowly, revealing a red long hair tied in a high ponytail, golden dragon-like eyes and a familiar young face.

This 8 feet tall figure of the Lycan belonged to the great Lycan Lucas. His side partitioned medium length wavy hair flared as the cool breeze blew on the porch. As the strands of his hair curtaining his face got blown by the cool breeze, his face showed up clearly. Above the pair of his red glowy almond shaped eyes were a pair of well arched eyebrows with the left one having a cut on it. His eyes were crowned with beautiful long lashes that girls often crave for. He had high cheekbones and his face was freshly scrubbed. His clear forehead started to throb with nerves as he let out a spine shivering growl, "AAAAAHHHHHH!!"

Please let my sister go she cried Don't you dare say that again cause he can't do me anything Crystal said to Karen No stop it Crystal let's beg him to free us, I can't allow anything happen to you Karen cried Crystal, what a beautiful name that fits the owner Lamia exclaimed Little girl stop crying, I won't hurt your sister I promise Lamia told Karen and she believed him and stand to her feet and smiled at Lamia Lamia loosen his hold on Crystal and she dragged her hand and gave Lamia a bad look You should not try that next time cause it's dangerous beauty, you smell human but always lie about being a vampire I smell human? Crystal asked and fear gripped her

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

Once more, the soft hand of Aurelia smacked against Mashek's cheek, “Zinjo, I think the man is lying. What should I do about it?” “Hmmm,” Zinjo grunted, “Perhaps I could scratch him with a claw for every untrue statement he makes?” The Leonid face grinned and gave the werelion an utterly sinister look. He held up a sharpened claw. Aurelia felt aroused at the action and swore to do something about it after they concluded their business.

He demanded, furiously. “Yes, and to top it….” I continued, my wolf beaming with excitement as I watch him lose it, “That’s enough!” He interjected but I wasn’t ready to do that now. “You can’t have a child of your own,” I said, ignoring him and before anything, a hard blow landed on my face, blurring out my vision temporarily before I could open them. Liam had launched at me like a hungry lion. I pushed him away as I was determined to not fight him. I pulled my palm to my face to steady the pain. I pulled my hand away and looked down at it to see blood.

I realized that one of the wolves must have regained consciousness and attacked me with the last ounce of his strength. I would probably be dead if Lionel hadn't reacted as fast as he did and saved me! Lionel walked shakily toward me, raising his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Don't be scared. I-" Suddenly, his face scrunched up in pain, and he fell to the ground, throwing up mouthfuls of blood! "Lionel!" I screamed, rushing forward and holding his trembling body. He coughed up another mouthful of blood, but it wasn't red but black this time!

It's the wine's fault, "You haven't even tried the lobster." "Right, I've got to keep going," I say to motivate myself and bring the lobster closer to me. I lift it by its claws toward Lion like an idiot, making him laugh. The couple who just sat at a nearby table look at us and roll their eyes in a super rude way, "Fucking bitches, those two." Lion turns to the table I'm pointing at with the lobster's claw, and as soon as he sees them, his smile disappears. "Oh, shit," he mutters and shifts his body to completely turn his back to them, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair and cover his face with it. Then he says very quietly, "They're werewolves."

Thanks to that leap, it created enough wind for me to slow down before landing on the cracked ground. “G-Grk…!” After struggling to stand properly with the katana acting as a cane, I look up, and naturally, the lion is glaring down on me. “…!” Looks like my bullets manage to hit the alveolar ridge under its lower right canines. It’s bleeding. “GROARRRRRR!!!!!!” Urgh… so loud and smelly. A heavy smell of rotten meat. Damn, he looks really pissed off right now. …It really does have intelligence to express emotions.

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.