Kion The Lion King Novels & Stories

a male voice calls out which seems to snap both Lion and Jade out of their previous actions and, Jade srunches her face in confusion. "Lion, where are you?" The voice calls out again and it sounds a bit worried. Lion instantly reclaims his earlier position by nuzzling his head into Jade's neck, she stands there confused for a moment and smile afterwards when she realises the situation. "Lion, are you hiding from someone" she asks him and he nods his small head with his face still in her neck, she laughs and shake her head at his antics. Kids "Lion- oh" she feels the presence of the male infront of her causing her tense up, she could feel the stare of several other pack members on them, which

And the male lion under the tree, as soon as it saw the three lionesses, stood up immediately, took a slight step back, and anxiously confronted them. Elianna said, "The one under the tree is Old Lion King." Owen curiously widened his eyes, "Old Lion King?" Elianna explained, "In a pride of lions, male lion cubs are driven away by the lionesses and the Lion King when they reach the age of two. The male lions live on their own for a few years before returning to the pride to challenge the Lion King. If they can defeat the Lion King, they become the new Lion King, and the defeated Lion King is expelled from the pride."

Cesare chuckled. "What!" Kieran interrupted. "What else, do we need to do to convince y'all that we're not werelions for fuck's sake, or maybe I'll just shift, then." Kieran shifted to a werelion at once. His body began to tremble, his muscles bulging and contorting until he was no longer a man, but a ferocious werelion. With a thunderous roar, he bared his razor-sharp teeth, and he roared loudly in their faces.

God, please! Kaida was a lion— wild, ruthless, and savagely brutal. Never bluffing, only charged with ire, and tore through barricades to make a point. Kai? A king Cobra— quietly lethal, handsy with weapons, and a calculated killer. Patient to the bone, but when he struck, the mountains crumbled. Back in our honeymoon, some armed goons had tried to steal from me, and Kai lodged a pen in a man's throat in self-defense.

He gestured to his sweater and pajama trousers. "Didn't you watch The Lion King? Of course, you didn't, you were probably taking piano lessons and learning German, Scar is a lion, he's King Mufasa's brother, and he is a cruel, cunning animal. A predator, if I do say so myself. He killed his brother and wanted to take over the jungle but luckily Simba, King Mufasa's son became the king." I watched his reaction to see if he would be pissed at the nickname but he wasn't. Oddly, it seemed like the name pleased him.

I shook my head. “Kion has been locked up for thousands of years, and in those years, he never once used his powers, which means his power has doubled. He has been waiting for you to come back before he breaks free, and now he knows very soon he is going to break free,” she said. My mouth hung open in shock. “He is very powerful, more powerful than Aurelian, and right now I don’t know what he is planning, but he won’t go easy on anyone,” she said.

Rhazion’s expression hardened. “No more waiting.” He looked at Elara and Verath. Both of them. “You two are the key.” Elara’s voice trembled. “We don’t know how to stop this.” “Then learn quickly.” Another claw appeared. Then a head. The dead king was halfway through. The sky itself screamed. Rhazion spread his massive wings. Golden fire ignited beneath his scales. The other dragons stared. The black dragon looked shocked. “You can’t.” “I must.” Rhazion turned one last time toward his son.

I hissed at his rough handedness. “She is the one,” he said simply, voice sharp but confident. The hall fell into a long, heavy silence. I kept my head low, every inch of my skin feeling too exposed under their gazes. I didn't want to be here. I didn't want this at all. “You know the rules, Prince Darion. A concubine chosen by a royal must possess either high breeding or rare beauty. This girl…” Her gaze swept over me slowly, with barely concealed disdain. Breeding? I was meant to be some breeding machine for some prince?

But even in seclusion, they were feared. And Kiara’s mother had been the worst of all. The last full-blooded dragon. Royalty by birth. A queen with wings the color of obsidian and flame, a mind sharp as war steel, and a daughter born of fire and wolf. She represented the past. Her child? A terrifying future. So the wolves called it treason. They brought silver and soldiers. And the dragons—few, scattered, diluted—burned bright… but not long. They fell not because they were weak.

Sometimes that was more effective than a body. I was still weighing it when the girl's legs gave out. The decision was made itself. I let the lion go. He hit the water and the current took him. If he had any sense, that river was the last thing he'd remember about Kisatchie. I turned back to her. She was down in her wolf form, sides heaving, eyes tracking every one of us in fast, wary arcs. I walked toward her slowly deliberately slowly and she lifted her lip in a low warning. Scared, not broken. Good.