Golden Lion Novels & Stories

Thus, I stayed still. There were doubts in my head. What if it is some real wild wolf and not Sebastian? But he looked exactly like he morphed. Yet, he was calmer; more comfortable. Truth was his majestic appearance was beautiful. Strangely, the symbol of the Goldsman family, lion, was still marked near his neck. Only now though it dawned upon me that this isn't a lion, rather a wolf. So… are the Goldsman descendants of wolves? My eyes almost popped out of the sockets when I joined the pieces together. If that was the case, Sebastian was Alpha of their clan. Then why did it appear to be a silent topic there?

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

The she-wolf’s ears perked and her blue eyes shot open. Down below the rock on which she sat came the hoofbeats of a large charger on which sat a very handsome man with dark hair and a clean-shaven face. He was dressed in brown trousers with knee-high black boots. A white tunic and tan vest hugged his torso, buttoned down to a glistening belt. An uncomfortable tension crept up her neck. A crest on the button at his collar bore a lion wrapped by a dragon. The symbol of the royal family ruling over the lands she freely roamed. As he and his horse passed upwind of her, she watched completely still wondering where the rest of his group was. He was man, not wolf, but she was accustomed to see

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

The sounds grew louder as got closer. My mouth fell open in surprise the moment I got to Monna’s door. I couldn’t believe my eyes, two wolfs fighting and tearing at each other. One was brown, the other little one was white. “ That's my mate,” Leon said “What? then why is she in a fight?” “I don’t know but I do know she’s doing well here” True to what Leon said, Monna was really doing well, she was really handling the other wolf… wait, what? Is that Reina? Why the fuck is she fighting with my mate.

“And she was pure for you too? That must have been quite a fuck.” I shift uneasily again. I almost saw lust in his gaze. I don’t like the way he’s talking about my mate. His mouth turns up in a clever smile. “Alright son. Keep your plaything. She is your mate after all, and your wolf needs her. But make another woman your Luna. This pack can’t show any weakness and a blind wolf is a weakness. Understood?” I nod eagerly. Anything to keep my mate near me. No! Hyde shouts at me. Don’t you realize how cruel this is to our mate? She’d have to feel betrayal again!

But it wasn’t his stealth that made everyone in the room draw a sharp, terrified breath, it was his aura. The six-year-old cub was completely engulfed in a blinding, ethereal Moonstone blue light, but weaving through the radiant azure were jagged, violent ribbons of pure silver electricity. His eyes weren't their usual soft color; they were glowing with a terrifying, luminescent silver that mirrored the ancient, apex predators of the Crescent line. “Leo, no! Get back to your quarters!” I screamed, abandoning all royal decorum as I rushed toward him.

Then — outside the building, from the direction of the eastern perimeter, one of Kael's wolves makes a sound that is not quite a word and not quite a howl. The sound of someone finding something they did not expect to find. Kael is already moving toward the door. The wolf appears in the entrance, slightly breathless, holding something in one hand. A child's shoe. Small. Worn. The kind that belongs to a child who has been walking a long time. "There is a child," the wolf says. "On the eastern boundary. Alone. He has been there — we do not know how long. He is not speaking." He looks at me. Not at Kael. At me. "His eyes are gold."

"I wanted him to swear his loyalty to the King. Since technically, he belongs to us." "No! I don't belong to the likes of you! You are all criminals! I am a White Wolf soldier!" Marky shrieked in pain as he struggled against the rope and handcuff that was binded in his hands and feet. Melo then step forward to get the blindfold that was covering his eyes. All of them stared in awe as they caught the glimpse of his wonderful, one of a kind heterochromatic eyes. "You, young boy, should submit to the King. Or else, you will die."

It wasn’t merely an entryway; it was a defiant roar forged in gold and stone. Soaring spires, adorned with intricate, almost organic gold tracery, clawed at the sky, their delicate points disappearing into the blue. The massive structure was carved from luminous pale stone that seemed to drink in the sunlight like living marble. But it was the central feature that commanded all attention. High above the shadowed archway, a colossal golden lion’s face was carved into the gate itself. Its deep-set eyes seemed to track every movement. Its parted jaws revealed sharp, silent teeth, framed by a cascading mane of sculpted gold flowing into the gate’s patterns. Faintl