Kion The Lion King Novels & Stories

“Why are you pretending to be so cool? Answer us first. Who is your father?“ He asked. Little Lion's face turned so cold. “I said that President Xin is my dad. If you don't believe me, then it is none of my business!“ He almost shouted. But Boyo could not just lose like that. “Maybe you will speak the truth if we give you some beating,” he said and rushed towards Little Lion. But Kiki, Little Lion's deskmate, suddenly stood up. “Let me see who dares to touch him,” he said. Even though Little Lion barely talked to her, she still thought he was a nice guy because he never caused any problems for anyone.

She had killed every one of his challengers along with any threat that ever came to their door. “Jonah.” Leonidas’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. He easily lost himself in his mind since they had returned to the Moon Valley, the peace that it brought was like a drug to his mind, it sent him off into a sea of nostalgia. Jonah tore his gaze away from the lake before turning his head and meeting the ancient wolf’s eyes. He could see the concern that shined within his eyes. They were all so quick to assume that he had grown weak, it had been so long since he had shown himself that they had all assumed he would be crippled with grief.

In front of and behind, there were two of them. No, wait. Three. It was a pitfall. Kain was about to yell out an alarm, but he never had the opportunity. The lions assaulted. The lion that was watching him jumped out of its concealment and enclosed the short length in a sheer set of gaits. The other two felines, one an equally enormous male and the other a tinier but meaner female, stunned the peasants in the back. They pulled and ripped them to slivers with comparable repose. But Kain was ready. And he was extremely powerful; after all, he was a predator himself. His surprise had spiked his endurance, and he caught the large lion in the abdomen with his sword as it plunged on him. His other

His lion chants in his head. Lionel feels it too and let his eyes scan the crowed but then his father clears his throat, bringing him back out of his hazy state of mind.... "Please step toward, Grissom Grizzly and his mate Ava!"his calls out loud to his friend. Time to make his friend happy and after that he will search for his mate! He promised himself. Ava walked beside Grissom who leads both of them before the throne and then they kneel down in front of the new King.

She's mine. I climb, slowly and carefully, my coils wrapping the trunk, dodging the last of her barbs. The air grows heavy with her presence. It's wild, defiant and intoxicating. My hands are inches from her perch when a roar splits the night. "Coilheart!" Hadrian's voice thunders, shaking the leaves. I hiss in anger, twisting to look down. The lion king storms into the clearing, his golden eyes blazing, flanked by Fenrick's black wolf form and Nythor's white striped tiger. Three against one. Again.

I've been looking into it the last few days since I started noticing the signs, even before the attack from her clan. Kennedy is The Leopard Queen, Queen of all leopards, not just our clan. The last Queen of all leopards was over a thousand years ago and she had three mates and the power to heal. Basically everything Kennedy has been able to do since she was a child, the original Queen of leopards could do too and more. The original Queen and her mates lived for nearly three hundred years, or so the legend says.

A small crowd had already gathered. “The lions are out,” someone whispered. Axel pressed himself against the glass immediately, eyes wide. “There,” Adrian leaned slightly, pointing. “See that one? That’s the male.” Axel nodded quickly, his fingers moving fast on his screen before shoving it toward Adrian. “That’s supposed to be the king of the jungle?” He tilted head, unimpressed “He looks lazy.” Adrian let out a quiet chuckle. "That's because he doesn't need to prove anything. He's already the king."

That was the best description Laura could ever tell K about her father's physical appearance. K thought that was probably the reason why she loved listening to Cat Stevens' songs so much growing up. It provided her so much solace, and a feeling of belongingness, whenever she played his songs - especially his track Moonshadow. In her pre-teen years, she even kept on fooling herself that he was indeed her dad, and that he had to go and leave them because he's a superstar.

These young wolves need to learn that their place on the food chain is below me. "Wait!" The boy's father yells out. I look over at him and he quickly bares his neck to me submitting. "Please my king don't kill my only son." He says begging for his son's life. I glare at him, then back up at the boy hanging from my hand. I let out a growl then throw the boy to the ground. "Thank you, my king." He wraps his arms around his son's waist, lifting him up off the ground, carrying him through the crowd of wolves.

I would not want an uproar when I come into the feast, so I asked Fauna to mend the neckline with silvery spider silk for me. The thrum of drums filled the air along with modern upbeat music giving off a dance and native vibes to the feast. I caught sight of my cousin, Elvis, who came to hug me as I was with my best friend, but unfortunately, he didn't stay long because of Lincoln's growl. His growl almost crushed me even though he was in tears. “I can not believe that I am going to lose you to the Overlord. And if it was just any mere wolf, I would have killed him and kept you for myself. Then, you'll realize the reason behind my being called Lincoln the Great!” he whispered into my ears as