Fanfiction Lion King Novels & Stories

Dyelon growled. “Oh, so it’s like that? We’re forgetting that we're mates. Ok cool, so it’s only fair that I even the playing field right? I mean little ole me against you, isn’t fair at all. Soko…..Come.” Was all Trixie said before we all hear that deafening roar again. “What the…” Was all I was able to get out before the biggest lion I have ever seen came crashing in. “ OH MY FUCKING GOD! BULLSHIT, MOTHA FUCKA, GOD DAMNIT! TRIXIE IS THAT A FUCKING LION DID YOU JUST CALL A FUCKING LION IN HERE. WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE A FUCKING LION AS A PET WHO THE FUCK HAS A FUCKING LION AS A PET. IF THIS LION DON’T EAT ME. I’M TAKING AWAY YOUR FUCKING BLACK CARD TODAY. OH LORD THE LION GOT A WOLF IN H

Oliver asked, arching his eyebrows. “It's about a lion cub who was to succeed his father’s throne as King when he grew up. However, his uncle staged an accident that killed his father and made the young lion feel responsible for his father's death. The young lion overcame his fear and took his rightful place as King many years later,” Roxanne narrated, making Oliver's eyes widen to the size of saucers. “Wow, is it like me and Daddy?” Oliver's eyes flitted from Henry to Roxanne as he waited for an answer.

Her whole body was jerking and eyes were repeatedly blinking while moving to one side and looking upward. Hunter just stood there watching her. He looked at her mother who had cried her lungs out. “Help her,” Evan said breathing heavily. Hunter didn’t know what to do. “The Lioness has been secluded from its cubs. The den is now weak, more especially with the death of a successor. The wounded lion cannot do anything. The other two cubs are weak to do anything,” Naveen laughed talking with Mr. Jackson from Bank of Zambia while at Radisson Blu Hotel.

Being captive in a world run by money and power, where everything is possible if you got the two. Sighing deeply, my feet went over the lion and knelt down to its side. I grabbed her neck, squeezed hard, easing her to the imminent death. It wanted to get out from the grip but I hold on. The lion clawed with the littlest strength left on her but still I clung, until the last writhing breath of the lion was made and life finally left her. "Bye, at least you got to be the only beast there. I'm so sorry, I had to .." I whispered kissing the head of the lion, bidding my goodbye.

Cunningham's word. Winning the death race for werewolves insulted their race, especially the Lycan king who looked like he never acknowledged human strength. He was no different from those people in the Vactic pack who couldn't accept the defeat of a human like me. I stomped their pride and now, he wanted to prove that I won by luck. I was nothing compared to their strength.

"The cub has lion blood, doesn't he? It's not my fault your gene pool is so weak it couldn't keep the fox traits out!" The crowd stood stunned, silenced by the sheer shamelessness of her words. Some felt a twinge of sympathy for the infertile Kael, while others agreed that her words made sense. "Well, aside from the tail, the cub does have lion features. And the ritual confirmed lion bloodline, so it isn't exactly a mudwhelp. Perhaps it's best to let this be." No one brought up the position of the chieftain again. Even without the scandal, the lion clan leader's infertility had stripped the lions of their right to power.

"Not all of them. Lucien... I won't lose him." Her laughter was like sharp knife. "Don't worry. He will join you in the afterlife first. I plan on killing him the moment I have the strength. He is a Lycan, after all. Their blood is ancient, stronger than any typical wolf. He’s a trophy I’ve been waiting to claim." "No!" I shouted, the white space around us beginning to vibrate with my anger. "I won't let you."

Zora boomed violently, with his deep menacing voice rumbling through the room. "Nah, you're the one sitting pretty here all day, getting worked up all because of a freaking bitch… a mothefucking freaking sickling bitch…" Menelik retorted, shooting a fiery gaze at Zora. "You're terrified, panicking and all, not even because of me, but a fucking bitch, damn!! man you're a disappointment… you're just acting like a little frightened animal— just like you've always been…" Zora stood up, his muscles bulging beneath his tawny fur. "How dare you speak to me like that, Menelik! I am the Lion King, and you will show me the respect I deserve."

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.

"I'm scared, Ophelia. That world is dangerous. It's terrifying. I can't bear the thought of putting them through what I went through." Ophelia gently smoothed my hair, offering what little comfort she could. But deep down, I knew the truth: things were far from alright. I was mates with the Lycan. The bond we shared brought us closer together despite my attempts to keep my distance. He also now knew my identity now. The Lily of the Valley would come crawling out of the woodwork once they learned that the healer who cured the Lycan king was their own. The children were the herald of it all—royalty on both sides of the family. There was bound to be a bloodbath.