Golden Lion Novels & Stories

said Leon suddenly. "What?" asked Claire. "Ladon ..." Leon replied. "Can you speak English?" "Ladon is a dragon ..." Leon's words stopped because a loud growl had sounded before them, a large figure with many long heads hanging out ready to spit out flames. Its golden scales reflect sunlight. "Hundred heads ..." Leon continued, staring at the horror in front of him. "Yes, I can see that." "Run!" exclaimed Leon as he grabbed Claire's hand and led him to run as fast as possible.

She would finally be able to escape her father's abusive grasp. Inside the office building, Leo was sitting down with his accomplice, having a cup of coffee. This ruse had taken a lot of work. A similiar prototype had been created for looks only. There were a few small differences. Things that only someone who had seen the original would know about and think were upgrades to the original plans. In fact, this one was completely fake and didn't even work: call it a wolf in sheep's clothing. Leo called Carter. "How are things?"

"Bring me her alive!" The woman submerged in the wine inside the tub, emerged again from between the sovereign's legs, trying to suck in a breath of air. "Help me imbeciles!" yelled Guildor at his acolytes rising from the tub. His voluminous body dripped huge amounts of water. He leaned with his right hand on his black staff made of ebony with a silver hilt in the shape of a knob. A medallion embedded with a black opal in the shape of a half moon hung from his neck. He had snatched both from his father long ago.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Everyone gave the carriage passage – everyone but the God Killer. The carriage was a beautiful one, fully plated in gold and pulled by four strong Rage Bulls. On both sides of the carriage were insignia of the City Lord’s House – pictures of a Nether Lion! These pictures were made with black diamonds and were gorgeous, yet they conveyed the aggressiveness and prestige of the City Lord. The driver of the carriage was a middle-aged man who had a refined air about him. Yet beneath that elegance was an air of savagery that was deeply hidden.

"Is this young man a genius from Swordsmanship-seeking Sect?" "He must be from a big Sect. Apart from anything else the steed he rode should be the legendary divine steed, 'Lion-dragon Beast of Snow Province', which ranks in the top three on the list of divine mounts in the whole snow state. It's worth tens of thousands of gold. We can't afford such a horse for a lifetime!"

I greet him as I leave his office to go to the jeweller. “Smooth move,” Gunther grins, “he knows he lost the never existing battle for her” “She was always ours in every possible way. We own her. She’s smart enough to know that and her wolf will always want the strongest possible mate.” At the jeweller we settle for a golden hairpin. At the top there’s a phoenix, symbolising her rise here in Golden Claw.

she instructed, and Liam gave a nod, following the instructions given. Once the girls were safely outside, Leonardo, who had been trying to test the power of his insignia, let it loose, and a golden light appeared all over his wolf form. Without needing to do anything, the rogues fell into a submissive pose, bearing their necks to him. "So this is the insignia that represents a king. Just the aura alone leaves the weaker being trembling," Beth pointed out in awe while watching the fight. "You know what that is?" Liam asked.

I didn’t know what drew me — I just couldn’t look away. Then she looked up. Eyes, gold-colored. Not the pale yellow some wolves carried—these were deep, molten, ancient. The kind passed down from dragon lines. Old lines. The kind that should’ve died out after the Purge. Eyes that haunted me. Bold. Only the mention of the color gold and eyes in the same sentence was usually enough to get people executed. Dragon or not. But to actually have them and work in the Alpha's court? Bold indeed. Then she looked away just as quickly.

They were breathtaking. Zion’s was an intricate outline of a wolf howling at the moon, but the details were finer, and she could almost feel his presence within her. Gunther’s red dragon over her left breast moved from lying down to standing, and its tail curled around from her breast to her back. But the one which truly surprised her was Silas. It was the largest of the three and expanded from her right cheek, down her nape, to the tip of her shoulder. Unlike the darkness of his Lias, the mark itself was a soft gold with purple bleeding in, the design similar to hers on Zion and Gunther. Were they a sign of her husbands attachments to her?