Lion King Golden Book Novels & Stories

she murmured, clicking the TV on with the remote in her right hand. The screen blinked to life almost instantly, and with a few scrolls, a male lion was finally displayed, its mane thick and golden. Tessa gasped at the view. “It is a hairy lion, Mommy,” she said, staring at the screen in awe. Adriana chuckled, giving off a low laugh. “That isn't just any lion, baby girl; it's the male lion—the one people call the King of the Jungle,” she enlightened her. “Really?” they both chorused, their eyes darting to her like they’d just discovered something magical.

“Now, come on. Learning about the pack and all takes time. It’s a gradual process. When your tour around the packs begins, you'll have more insights into all of them.” The tour around the house soon ended and I found myself in the study alone, exploring the many books that were stacked into the shelves. One of them caught my sight now—a large book neatly tucked away in such a way that I wouldn’t have taken notice of it if I hadn’t looked closely enough. I reached for the book and pulled it out. THE SILVER MOON PACK. It read at the front cover. I was about to open it now when suddenly, a large hand slammed it shut. I jolted backwards and looked up to find Lionel.