Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

The Luna's eyes widened in astonishment and dread at the sight of the new lady's eyes changing colour. The Luna felt the sting of Xylia's hand, now adorned with wicked claws, as it struck. Luna Lily staggered back. Xylia hit the Luna again, but this time, she didn't let go. Her lengthy, black claws were embedded in Luna's face, causing deep and unsightly scratches as she pulled. Luna Lily screamed, holding her face. She tried to run but found herself glued to the spot. She held her bleeding cheek, crying like a baby.

The gladiator, now adorned in the crimson hue of his own blood, refused to yield to the impending darkness that threatened to consume him. The second lion, larger and more imposing than its predecessor, lunged at Alcides with a predatory zeal. Each swipe of its massive paw left a trail of crimson in its wake, a macabre testament to the ongoing struggle for survival. The crowd's jeers and Fabius's mocking laughter echoed through the arena, a symphony of doubt.

Andrius did not show mercy. Seeing the heavily injured lion, he used Overlord’s Return again and pierced it once more. Then, he slashed horizontally, creating a massive tear in its belly. Its entrails spilled all over the ground. In an instant, the battlefield was filled with blood. After the two attacks, the lion was on its last legs. With one final thrust, Andrius pierced its head, ending the life of the beast that had ruled for countless years. “Phew...” Andrius opened the wound in its belly and found a fiend core. It already bore the image of the lion, indicating its extreme refinement. He could feel the abundant life force even before holding it.

This big man! "No, leave it. My Lycan gets so predatory around those that it might take over and start chasing them." "Hold him back. Wait here. I'm going to check." "Don't, Apphia, it might be feral-" I'm already gone before he can complete a sentence. I follow the sound of purrs and meows near the drainage, and there it is. I gasp and bring my hand to my mouth. It is a small white feline with big golden eyes, its head trapped between the bars in a drainage. It has an irregular red gush across its face, from the forehead to the eye, and then across the other cheek. A wolf clawed it. Its white fur is smeared with blood. I frown; what wolf would do this to this small, cute furball?

The mixture of different animal and human blood, along with rotting corpses that could be seen around the Fenrir’s snout. Elizabeth covered the lower part of her face before grabbing Lyon by the arm; forcefully pulling him to the bushes that were behind them, hiding on the other side of a thick three trunk. She gasped for air, face sweating bullets looking at Lyon with terrified eyes. Her face was much more pale than her normal look. "I never imagined Fenrir would be that huge…let's leave him be and retreat. We can't do anything to defeat that thing" She was trembling in fear as she spoke.

She asks with deep concern. Lionel is quiet and utterly motionless. But his eyes…Nan stops. His brown eyes are dark. Yet Nan could swear she saw a flash of flame for a split second. A sign of overwhelming…bloodlust in a wolf from the Inferno pack. Nan bites her lip. Unsure if she should broach the subject when Lionel is so clearly on edge. Her worry for her daughters overwrites her caution. “Lionel, there’s something I want to show you.” Nan starts.

Its large head was obviously the first thing I noticed, next to those short legs. "Don't kill me." The voice had pleaded again. What felt strange was the fact that as I stared into the creatures red blooded eyes,I saw sadness. Terror. The lion was all black,its mane and fringe, its powerful forelegs,coat and every other part of the lion - all black. Yes! It was a lion and a beautiful one at that. "Please,don't harm me. Kerik." It knew my name. The lion was talking to me. How was that possible? "You can talk?"

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the wolf sprang at her from the side. With swift reflexes, she reacted by pressing her body flat against the ground, just as a ferocious roar erupted from the very direction she had been heading. The wolf landed gracefully beside her, its eyes revealing a blend of apprehension and curiosity as it caught sight of the newcomer. A lion, with its mane resembling a breathtaking cascade of golden wheat that framed the massive head of the newcomer like a regal crown, advanced with a quiet grace. Its sleek and agile body moved stealthily, each step a calculated stride as it stalked its prey. With unparalleled agility, the lion leaped forward, swiftly locking

“What just happened?” Yoren froze. He did not answer, continuing to stare at the blood on his hand. All at once, a conclusion struck Yoren's mind. It seemed he finally knew the answer to all the strange events. The Beast recognised Lumerys' blood. It recognised Eirene’s blood. *

Liam was walking ahead looking for Lionel who was nowhere to be seen. So he walked more to understand if he was in some kind of trap. "Is anyone here?" Liam yelled looking around. "Hello, brother." Liam heard an overbearing voice which made him curious to see the person in real who was trying to make him a fool. He stumbled back when his gaze witnessed something before him really unexpected. A giant lion was coming down from above. Its wings were blazing with fire as the wings were of a Phoenix wing. And has the tail of a Dragon.