Lion Guard Fan Art Novels & Stories

I did him a favor, he did one for me. He gives his head a quick nod and clomps to one of the wooden panels. The engraving has a wolf’s head with five, ten pointed stars above it. I look more closely and realize the wolf looks just like Lex. They even singed the wood black to make the image more realistic. Pan rolls his shoulders, takes a deep breath, and puts his finger in his mouth. He bites down until there’s a sickly crunching sound, making me gasp. He takes his bloody finger out of his mouth and swipes it against the engraving of the wolf's head.

Elara stood up too, her heart beating so fast she felt dizzy. "That’s... that’s a beautiful drawing, Leo," she said, her voice shaking. Leo ran to her and held up a picture of a giant, shaky-looking tower. "It’s the New Dawn! And look, I put a dragon on the top to protect it!" Julian looked at the drawing and managed a small, tight smile. "A dragon is a good choice, Leo. Every tower needs a guardian." He looked at Elara, and for a split second, the mask was gone again. He looked at the wooden box on the table, then back at her.

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

He silently cursed that the warriors there were all stupid pigs, but he was forced to patiently continue, "If we don't attack Fane, then those people will continue to see us as livestock that they can do whatever they want with! Then, even more people will die at their hands. Only by letting them know pain, by letting them know that we're not going to take it lying down, would they stop!" Lionel was doing everything he could to stir the crowd and get them to attack Fane. He fanned everyone's anger for Fane, and pushed Fane right to the front, framing Fane as a shameless and despicable person. Lourain could no longer stand it after listening for so long. He felt that he would lose himself to

Allowing it to do most of the work. "Rampaging Bull!" The Lan guard yelled. He ran at Ren armed raised for a close line. Behind a bull formed and smashed along the way. *Thump, thump, thump!* The bull stomp three times after Ren. *Fwish, fwish, fwish!* Ren hopped to the left then the right to dodge. The third, he whipped out his fan against the ion construct.

’ I asked myself. ‘Not those blue gems,’ Melora answered. They finally agreed. I had already seen Ian’s tattoo but Cannon’s own changed the game. It was a lion, with its mane spreading out and gem-like eyes shining. Its jaw and teeth were profound—looked like it was roaring—and the design was similar to Ian’s but unique in its way. Then there was Kane. I’m not a zoologist but I knew that was a Black Panther. It had blue eyes like its brothers and was fierce. Its whiskers were lowered and it looked like it was ready to bite someone.

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

He screamed, baring his fangs as he dashed to attack Justin. Justin rushed out of his way, decided to shift too. In less time than Dave had used, Justin shifted. He shifted into a huge white wolf with his paws brown. His white shone brightly under the sun. His eyes were blazing with a ring of golden fire inside of them, he felt like tearing Dave to pieces and he stared at him the way he stared at a rogue. Dave launched at him, trying to grab his neck while all Justin did was hit him with full force, the force of his huge body making Dave lose focus for a moment.

We’re high up, probably in the very peaks I imagined while blindfolded. Two great doors open before us, and the chamber inside is vast, hung with black banners streaked red, the mark of Blood Moon Pack. At the far end, three thrones rise on a dais of polished obsidian. The center is the widest, taller than the others, carved into the shape of snarling wolf heads with ruby eyes. On that throne sits the Luna, regal, elegant and powerful.

Lyra let herself be towed. On the floor, Luna had arranged three wolves—plastic figurines this time, not crayon versions. A big dark one with bared teeth. A smaller one with a bent leg. A pup, small and bright. “And this?” Lyra asked, pointing at a random plastic lion shoved off to the side. “Council,” Luna said dismissively. “They roar but they don’t know how to play.” Rhea snorted. “Accurate,” Lyra said softly. A shadow fell across the doorway.