Bloody Lion Face Novels & Stories

The lion drew back and re-attacked but Logan turned it over and started punching it heavily but it used the second head and launched at his hand tugging his teeth deep into his arm. Logan successfully pushed it off him and spat out blood. He tore off a little piece from his cloak and used it to tie around his bleeding arm. "I don't wanna kill you lion. Don't make me do it" he mumbled and spat out more blood. "Pride. That's the mere reason I won't spare you" the lion retorted calmly.

So that all my blood went up to my face because I saw so much the lion's gums and white teeth were evenly spaced and his face had no porces. "Leion. It's night" I said then he put the strand of my hair behind my ear and stared into my eyes and very awkward neto. Sobra. "Aubrey?" He said then I looked back into the eyes of the talking lion. "Hmm?" I hummed then the wind closed and I tightened my grip on the lion's arm. I bite my lower lip and hide my face. I'm really embarrassed especially when I see leion's face as if he wants to say or admit something to me.

He had a dampened towel handed up. Cynthia had to change three towels in total before she could wipe the blood off her face and hair. "Your face." Cynthia asked anxiously, "What's wrong with my face?" Too excited to speak, Leon took out his phone, turned on the camera, and handed it to Cynthia. Cynthia saw her face through the front camera. The scar on her face was a normal red color. It no longer oozed black blood. "I don't seem to have a wolfbane wound anymore!"

Despite being weakened by the loss of its wings, the lion still had much vitality to spare. “Olmpha, I will cut off those tails of yours,” 'Like I’m scared,’ Lavana thought as she bit its back, pulling out a chunk of flesh. “I’m no regular Olmpha. I came here, not to die. It is your honour to serve as my punching bag temporarily, she mind linked the lion, spitting fireballs at its face. It was forced to give some distance between them. The fire in her Olmpha form was more potent as shown by the damage to its face. If it continued, he’d end up dying which was a shame to him- a demon lion.

He coward against the wall with an Undead mountain lion and an Undead buck faced off against him. "D-Don't!" Conner raised his hands defensively. His body trembled with fear. The mountain lion snarled. Ichor dripped from its broken jaw before it launched at Conner. But before it could pierce Conner with its claws, Jayce slammed his fist into the side of the mountain lion. He felt the bones beneath the matted and torn fur shatter upon impact. The creature flew back from the contact and crashed into the side of a dumpster stationed outside the building.

So far, Leon had fought dozens of times and was still alive. It was a special day because a noble had a beast to release into the gladiator arena. The animal had a giant body that was stocky and strong like a bull but had leather wings like a bat. His eyes were blood red, and his head resembled the head of an ugly monster. A row of sharp fangs lined like saw blades in its grimacing mouth, ready to crush anything. His foul-smelling saliva dripped down. His eyes were wide with threat, accompanied by a terrible growl.

The aura that oozed out of him was otherworldly. Lyon bared his teeth, revealing razor-sharp fangs, as he locked eyes with the rogue, who was now lying on the ground with his bleeding limb. The other wolf with his bleeding eye also jumped, attacking Lyon. With lightning speed, Lyon lunged forward, his muscles rippling with raw power. The two wolves clashed, their bodies colliding in a frenzy of fur, claws, and snarls.

The lion's golden eyes were fixated on me, its regal features unmistakable. "Oh my goodness, that's a real lion!" I exclaimed, covering my mouth with my hands, my eyebrows raised in alarm. I couldn't believe what I was seeing - how was this possible? The lion's powerful presence radiated through the ornate frame, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Its piercing gaze seemed to bore into me as if sizing me up. I felt a surge of primal fear, realising that I was in the presence of a true apex predator, even if it was confined within the boundaries of the frame.

The Black Lion never failed him. From the 10th floor, one of his Black Lion men threw an assassin down, impaling his body on a sharp metal gate below. Others fought hand-to-hand first, shattering their enemies’ bones before tossing them into the street. Even from a distance, Dustin knew it was his Black Lions—each of them wore a lion-head mask. Part of their initiation was killing a real lion to become full-fledged members.

Spitting blood at the bald man, Mag snarled, "You FUCKING animals, one day I'll wipe you off the face of the earth!" Smack— Another hard slap sent Mag sprawling to the floor, unconscious. "Mag!" Chloe cried out in terror, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Strip them both!" the bald man finally lost his temper. The thugs, long itching for action, didn't hesitate for a second. They pounced on Chloe and the fallen Mag, their filthy hands reaching out. "No!" Chloe screamed, a man's image flashing in her mind, his name slipping from her lips, "Lion!!"