Novel & Cerita Lion Guard Fan Art

Our designated section, which had been a lonely island of support, is suddenly inundated with a pack of fans larger than I ever realized we commanded. They aren't just cheering; they are howling in a rhythmic, unified chant. A group of supporters holds a massive banner that reads: LYON’S KINGS RULE THE ICE. Another cluster of rowdy fans in neon Stormbreakers gear displays a sign: KNOX-OUT POWER. There is even a group of spectators who have superimposed my face onto a classic Alpha-wolf silhouette with the caption: THE ONLY LEADER FOR THE PACK.

After navigating through the forest for a while, I finally come to the pack house, some wolf guards are standing outside the gates and seeing me, a frown appears on their faces. “You are not one of us,” one of them says. “Hmm” I nod, “I am here to see Odette” “Who the hell is that?” “Your Luna” “First off, we don’t have a Luna by that name so fuck off” My wolf growls inside of me, I immediately grab his neck and sink my claw into his neck. The other comes at me and I kick him hard in the groin, sending him crashing against the wall and his fucking head cracks open.

*** The zoo was a blur of sun, squeals of kids and tiny fingers pointing through glass. Lucian had never thought he’d willingly stand in line with noisy tourists, but here he was with Isla, watching Aaric press his palms to the glass in wonder as a lion yawned and flopped in the sun. “Do you think he’s bored?” Aaric asked. Lucian glanced at the lion. “Probably tired of people staring at him.” Isla smiled faintly. “He reminds me of someone.” Lucian smirked hearing her but said nothing.

My phone vibrated in my purse and I did not bother since I knew it would be Liam. Evangeline managed to get me interested in a conversation and it was about the art works. How her husband got them for her during an auction. She added that he liked art and I did not know when I rose to my feet to stare at a particular one. It was a Lycan Wolf. The eyes were of different colors; one was gold, the other looked red or blue. I narrowed my eyes on the image as I felt oddly attracted to the painting. The hairs around its neck appear to be totally different from that of the soft fur of a wolf. Even for a Lycan. There was a crescent moon attached to it forehead and a ring with ancient lycan writing a

A pair of blue eyes that resembled the moon was staring at it when it turned to face the sky. The rainbow-coloured Lion was the focus of Rage's relaxed gaze as he glided still atop the lake in his Kun Peng form. It was an uncomfortable situation. The multicoloured lion was full of inquiries, including, "Weren't you only now evolving? How did you manage to complete evolving so quickly?" Rage faked a smile. He would have transformed into a humanoid and smacked this clown lion to death if it weren't for trying out his new form. "Do you have any idea how exhausting it was to keep screaming?"

“Yes, Blade Lion.” “What does it look like?” “It looks exactly how it sounds Kylie. A lion with blades sprouting out its skin.” … Outside the locker room, the fans were watching the fight on stage in stunned surprise. Although they were seeing what was happening with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe.

Luna was sitting outside on the bench, jotting down ideas in her notebook. Unaware that moments ago, a new magical beast that had yet to become domesticated broke out from the stables and was now on the loose. Luna was on her fifth paragraph when a bunch of terrified screams broke her out of her thoughts, raising her head to see what caused all this commotion. What she saw was a rampaging blue tiger beast that she recognized as a lanhu. A fierce breed of tiger beast, whose height could reach between six to eight feet tall.

Then, the shadows dispersed, revealing a gigantic gate, about a few meters high from the ground. My lips parted in awe as I scanned the spectacular design on the gate. A phoenix, a lion, a dragon, and a wolf were welded on the gate, side by side. Gems were planted for their eyes, which seemed as though they held life, the feathers and furs that were supposed to be all metals looked like they were soft and fluffy to touch. Who could be so adept to bend those metals to make such grandiose artwork and capable enough to make it seem they are alive?

The low groan that leaves his lips sends a hot wave of need straight through me. The tips of my fingers drift over the ink that brands his skin. It begins on the right side of his ribcage before wrapping around his back. The shield is divided into four sections of red and black color. A large golden lion stands on its hind legs in the middle. On top of the shield sits a golden crown. The detail is gorgeous and intricate.