Fanfiction Lion King Novels & Stories

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.

**Trigger Warning: Sexual Violence I’ve lost everything! Those fucking dragons have taken everything from me, my life, my friends, and my pride. I don’t mean pride in myself. Now that I’m part lion, I feel the need to have an actual pride of women to feast on any time the urge strikes me, which is all the fucking time. I know the others used to get annoyed that I killed so many and I was always looking for more, but it’s not my fault that I lose control like that. It feels so fucking good to be king, to be able to empty myself inside MY lionesses, that I tend to shift while I’m still inside them.

the ant said. The moment the ant mentioned that the yam he received from his in-law is as big as his right lap, the Lion King, his cabinet, and all the animals present in the palace looked at the tiny lap or thigh of the ant and compared it with the alacritous way of saying it, and imagined his exaggeration and they were all engulfed in uncontrollable laughter. The Lion King laughed so hard that he fell off his throne rolling on the ground and throwing his four legs upward. The elephant laughed to the point that he fell and destroyed the Pillar holding the Veranda of the palace. There was a lot of noise and destruction caused by the laughter in the palace. After several minutes of laughter a

he said through their animal bond. “Fuck you!” She wiggled underneath, her animal’s body shaking from anger. All her life, she’d been taught to stand up for herself and her people, and this asshole was not going to be the first to make her feel weaker because she was female. As she struggled to get him off, she could hear the other lions talking through their animals. “We’re not far off,” one guy said. “I want to get my hands on Cat.” “Don’t worry, brother,” a different one said. “I’ll hold her down for you.”

The beauty of the scene below, paired with the weight of our conversation, created a sense of unity between us. "I understand your concerns, Daliah," Liam murmured, his voice a soothing presence against the quiet night. "But whatever path our son chooses, I believe he will do so with the same love and dedication we have for this kingdom." A gentle breeze swept through, rustling my hair and carrying with it the essence of the kingdom we both held dear. The future seemed both uncertain and promising, a canvas waiting to be painted by the choices our family would make. "Perhaps being a fire wolf won't define him entirely," Liam continued, his lips grazing my temple. "He'll bring his own unique

What she saw there was something like … want. The male lion wanted to mate with her. His body started to move. His spear was seeking for a hole where it could sink in and where he could release what was building up in his body for the survival of his species. What he had was huge… Leah tried to move away. But that made him snarl. He looked down at her and bared his teeth. She wanted to vomit from the smell that came from his mouth. Something big and wet was now under her T-shirt. If only she could grab it with her hands, help to release him before he used it on her. In her!

Keyara explained, picking up a toy ball and handing it to Lion, who eagerly grabbed it. "Take Lion home?" Cassandra looked surprised, tilting her head slightly to the left. "I know it's inconvenient for you to take care of Lion, but I'll bring him back home," Keyara said, stroking Lion's head. Although the baby had white hair like his parents, his overall appearance was like any other cute and adorable baby. In Keyara's eyes, Lion was the most handsome baby she had ever seen. Cassandra nodded and added, "What if I stay at your house, Miss? It would be easier to take care of Lion."

His eyes flitted to me and stayed, waiting. “Is it true that Lycans have trouble finding mates?” I asked. “Is that why when you found me, even though I was still a pup–” “Do you think I fell in love with a child at first sight?” King Zavan interrupted me, voice curdling with a slight growl. “You would associate me with those sorts of perversions?” “Then tell me what I’m supposed to think,” I said, more exasperated than angry. Truly, I wanted the full picture more than anything. “You didn’t reject the bond, even back then.”

They want safety. I keep calling, softer now. I press my palm to my throat and try to feel the old stirrings. Once, the world rearranged into fur and hunger and everything made sense. Now there is a blank. My wolf is small and folded, refusing to lift its head. When the whip falls again the skin splits in a thin red seam that smokes in the cold air. A cloth is slapped at it; vinegar stings. A child’s voice says she looks like a witch and someone shoves the boy to silence. Adults begin to murmur law and lineage, tidy words to bind an ugly thing.