King Red Lions Novels & Stories

"We selected twelve pureblood females. High-ranking. Excellent breeding stock. Strong wolves who can command respect from the border patrols. Choose one to accompany you to the summit. Just for appearances." Grabbing the edge of the leather binder, I flipped it open. Glossy photographs stared back at me. Women in expensive dresses, their pack lineages listed in neat bullet points beneath their smiling faces. It looked exactly like a livestock catalog. "You don't want a Luna." Tearing the first page out of the metal rings, I crumpled the thick paper in my fist. "You want a breeding mare." "We want stability!" Silas argued.

“They know that Father is gone to assist in the relief effort at Tarox 9, with the 7 royal guard clans out many of Kent’s supporters are also on a crusade of their own at this time with only a few of us here in the kingdom and the Glaive clans are also on their own exploration there is no one that can stop them other than us.” “We are outnumbered about 50 million to roughly 3,000 maybe even less?” Lily asked. “Maybe not did you alert mother about this?” Lily nodded reporting the Shadow Sentinels the personal guards of the Redridge family are on route to New Dawn with several companies of Iron Wolves. Though they would take days to reach them the marines on new Dawn are more than willing to h

An instant later, the lion roared angrily as he walked in circles. "We did it!" exclaimed Claire. "Good job, Claire!" exclaimed Leon. "Can we come out now?" asked Claire. Suddenly the firewall lion roared, his eyes turning red. It then split into two, then four, until it became eight roaring lions. "What happened?" asked Claire. "I don't know," Leon replied with wide eyes.

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.

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.

The hall was instantly filled with the noise of everyone giving their own opinions. “Let Darren tame the Golden Lion?” “I’ve gotta see this for myself!” “His Excellency really has it in for him, huh.” Their eyes were full of pity for Darryl. Golden Lions — the namesake of the principality — lived in prides and are known to be ferocious and strong. Each year, for the past thousand years, the royals would invest a substantial amount of money and labor in taming the Golden Lions in order to strengthen the Elite Golden Lion Army. However, the success rate of taming the Golden Lion was low. Out of a thousand Golden Lions, only ten or so would be successfully tamed.

Fur sprouted all over my body, my limbs lengthened and claws protruded from my paws. The rogue wolf landed on me and knocked me to the ground. I striked back with as much force as I could muster, raking my brand new claws across his face. He yowled in pain and backed off, and before he could recover, I leaped forward and landed on him, sinking my canines into his throat. He gave out a loud howl of pain, then went silent forever. I looked around frantically, but the last wolf was nowhere to be found. It seemed the howl had attracted the rest of the rogue pack, as I could hear them moving through the forest and calling on their comrade's names now.

"The clubhouse... it’s lit up like a Christmas tree, Prez. But those aren't our colors on the gate." Ruan’s jaw set into a hard, white line. He didn't slow down. "Describe them." "Red and gold," Vulture spat. "The Crimson Kings. They’re a gutter gang from the valley. They wouldn't dare breathe our air if the Phantoms were whole." "They think the King is dead," I whispered, clutching Ruan’s waist. I could feel the heat radiating off him, a simmering volcano ready to erupt. "They think the board is clear."

"Hahaha... Erik Chavez, you are still as strong as before!" A burst of bright and clear light flashed. With the appearance of the laughter, an aura moved in front of his face, instantly breaking the sense of suppression brought by Erik Chavez. Then, a huge Fire-winged Lion flew out quickly from the front. The pair of Fire-winged Lion's wings had golden lines, which represented the noble bloodline. There were about 15 or 16 people riding on the Fire-winged Lion. Each of them had a vast aura, and their killing intent were surging. Some of them even had clear bloodstains on their bodies. Obviously, they had experienced a big battle.

bold to come alone. Trumpets blared as Kael and Elian entered from a side archway, the crowd rising in unison. Kael strode forward in regal black armor etched with silver veins, his broad shoulders unyielding, stormy gray eyes sweeping the assembly with quiet command. Elian walked at his side, transformed in midnight silks that accentuated his slender yet toned frame, the Luna's crown now resting lightly on his raven hair—accepted without rejection, its moonstones pulsing in harmony with his rare female wolf's essence.