Fictional Lions Novels & Stories

Immediately one of the lions bit her leg and dragged her down. "No!" exclaimed Claire as she was pulled down by the lions. Her leg didn't hurt, but she didn't know what would happen when the lions crushed her. The lions started to overtake Claire's body. Claire's hand as much as possible pushed them away with the two pictures she still held. But more and more lions were crowding her feet, which was already bitten by one of the lions.

Back at the Beast Hall's Book Collection Vault in Desolate Grounds city, there was an ancient text that had spoken about the Blazing Overlord Lions. These lions were just like other lions, only that their bloodline were extremely peculiar. Unlike normal lions, the Blazing Overlord Lions had a scorching orange flame as fur. They also had the dragon bloodline mixed with theirs, and as such, if they claimed to be second strongest in the animal kingdom of their cultivation realm, then no animal would dare claim to be first.

"Ladies and gentlemen, today we present an unprecedented event – a condemned gladiator facing not one but two Naemean lions!" Gasps and whispers reverberated through the spectators. The Naemean lions, renowned for their indomitable strength and impenetrable hides, were a fearsome sight to behold. Their eyes glowed with an ominous intensity as they prowled within the confines of their enclosure, awaiting release.

ended with retractile claws like cat’s. “WHO DARES GO PAST THIS GATE?!” the lion-woman asked in a thunderous voice. But when she saw the children, she smiled, sly. “What are you?” Elizabeth asked stunned at that glamorous creature, whose body from the waist down was submerged in that trembling mirror. “I'm a sphinx ...” the lion-woman smiled in a way that didn't foresee anything good. “I thought sphinxes lived only in Egypt, only by the pyramids,” Johnny said without being frightened at the sight of that beast so beautiful.

The designs of the dining room had changed, everything seemed to scream more power. "Father I don't know if you're trying to compete for the richest pack," I joked and he laughed. "We just added a few touches to everything in the palace thinking we were celebrating the good that you had brought our family. Not knowing that Damien was just a beast. A wolf in sheep's clothing," he said. "Literally," Jissa added and we all laughed as we settled to have a late lunch or early dinner, I didn't know which title to give to it, but I was happy I was going to be eating again. No more starvation.

“Usually only members of the royal family are lions or lionesses. Typically we would think the oldest lioness would be the king's mother, but she is deceased, so the title would fall to his oldest sister, the one he called Minette, but she also died. His younger sisters died even before that, so we are at a loss as to who he is referring to. His wife perhaps, though it seems unlikely Catherine would come to Scotia. The lioness might be a cousin, but that would be a first that he had extended it so far. His daughter is still young. We really don’t know. We will see who it is when she arrives with the murder of crows.” “I’m guessing that is a group of something other than the birds.” “His elit

This was a sight that hadn't been seen in the eastern plains for decades. Around the battlefield, various forces occupied mountain peaks, waiting for the battle to erupt. "Look! Warbringer Gate is here!" someone shouted. In the distance, a pride of massive black lions charged across the plains. These lions were three times the size of ordinary ones, their fur pitch black and their eyes glowing green. They bore sharp fangs and radiated power and speed. It was evident from the fierce winds stirred up by their charge and the cracks forming in the earth beneath their paws.

Old men argued about the ethics of glamours over chessboards that occasionally bit. Wolves ran on rooftops when they couldn’t bear the ground. Fae tried to own everything that reflected. Witches expanded their library until it needed its own weather system. Kitsune continued to set up tea houses where you most needed tea and least expected it. Valkyries flew patrols in formation so precise the birds got jealous. Giants practiced patience and sharpening. Sea-folk held moonlit races with hippocamps and came back wearing crowns made of foam and laughter. Dragons slept under mountains and pretended not to hear the festivals because if they woke hungry, the invitations would get awkward.

Then everyone started giggling, except Bran whose eyes were dead serious and pleading for me to get this right. "I'll guess...lions?" They didn't look like the kind of people who liked to be called snakes. And looking around the room there was a portrait of a lion. So I rolled with it. "Good. I'm their leader." He nodded. "Ok. So..why am I here?" He looked at me raised eyebrows. "We all have a story. We all have a past. And we are all chasing monsters." He frowned. "Some people would like to share their stories with you."

In fact, he or she would be the bundle of joy. “You want to have a pup from me?” “No. With the Lion King, Simba.” Liara responded to his stupid question. Theodore didn’t growl in jealousy because he had read the story of Simba, and he knew that it was a fictional character. He pulled himself away from her and shook his head. “No.” “But.. but why?”