Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

Leading them was a dark brown wolf, its golden eyes blazing with fury. Its gaze locked on me, and it snarled, its lips curling to reveal sharp, glinting teeth. I recognized him instantly. Liam Miller. I couldn’t breathe. My heart thudded against my ribs, a mix of shock and dread. Shock because Liam was here, and dread because I have no idea why he was here. Did he really come to helo us? Liam’s wolf stood over me, massive and imposing, his fur dark as midnight and streaked with the blood of our enemies. He licked his sharp teeth after biting the neck of the masked figure who tried to blocked his way. Now, I understand why they called him the Bloodhound.

Before they could touch me, Leonid's shout came from the other side of the yard, " DARYA!!! Fucking hell! Black Monsters! How dare you touch her!" Leonid ran over to me swiftly. Behind him, Fiona followed, her expression turning dark. In my peripheral vision, I noticed Leonid's shirt. The buttons were already open. I felt as though I ruined a moment between them. Leonid came as a shield in front of me. With his arrival and dominant aura, the wild wolves called Black Monsters backed away. But one of them was still craving for my blood. Leonid knelt to get me from the ground. However, the aggressive one didn't like his doing. It attempted to grab my leg again with a snarl.

“But it’s right here in black and white, with your paw print. It says you willingly gifted these ‘useless items’ to me, free of charge.” My chest heaved, feeling like it would explode. This she-wolf was shameless, absolutely despicable! Sophia announced smugly, “If you’re so tough, why don’t you use your Moon Goddess power to take them back? We can call it one last bloodline trial.” She knew perfectly well my hand was ruined! The other wolves and a few buyers from other clans who’d heard the gossip watched the drama with amusement, their eyes tracking us like it was a circus show. No one dared to pick a side until Ethan made a move.

She is the newly mated Luna of the Alpha Lycan King, and he is going to be extremely angry if he ever finds out what you have done to her. The King was so angry with his sons that he shifted into his magnificent lion, his thick golden mane standing on end, making him look even larger, and it triggered his sons to shift into their lions. Quickly, they cowere,d baring their necks in submission; he was twice their size, in height and weight. When he turned his massive head, baring those deadly fangs, they sank to the floor, shaking, knowing he could kill them so easily; they had never seen him so angry.

Whatever pushed me forward in that moment wasn't strategy or duty it was something rawer and louder than both, a need to get between her and whatever was hurting her. I locked onto the nearest lion and dragged him backward by the leg, pulling him clear. He spun faster than I expected and raked his claws across my face. The left side of my vision went red and I was swimming. I didn't let go. I torqued my neck hard until something in his leg gave way with a crack that ended in a roar. Then I threw him. He landed hard and didn't get back up cleanly.

A fountain of dark red blood gushed over his lip. "Don't hold back, I said," I growled, my vision tinting crimson. Deep inside my mind, my lycan woke up, letting out a wild, booming laugh that rattled my ribs. She was enjoying this. Leonardo wiped the blood from his mouth and came at me with full force. We locked up, chest to chest, exchanging a rapid-fire barrage of brutal short-range blows. I took a hit to the ribs, gave one back to his jaw, and finally grabbed his elbow, using his own forward momentum to flip him over my hip.

An older male with black hair and blue eyes stood a few feet in front of me, his back facing me. "Aiden?" I whispered. I looked around and the wolf wasn't around. I remembered that Aiden is a werewolf. I asked him, "Aiden, was that you?" "Yes, I shapeshifted to scare him away." i hugged him tightly and cried while saying, "I was scared that he's going to murder me too." "Shh, shhh." Aiden said softly, running his hands over my back. "It's okay now, I'm here."

All of a sudden, he plunged himself into the air directly at me and his paws dashed across my face, spilling my blood to the ground. I gasped, and Isla was a lot more angry now. I let out an ear splitting howl that tore through the trees, falling them to the ground. The next time he jumped at me, I succeeded at twisting his neck and he bounced back to the ground. Letting out a little whine, he turned back to me. And slowly as he laid there, I walked towards his direction. On closer look, I realized it was a Lycan. And although I wanted to think it was Veronica, it was not a female. There was that fire in his eyes and the sheer angst.

I cried melancholically while grabbing the collar of the man standing tall in front of me. My eyes slowly filled with tears as my body shivered with anger inside me. Why wouldn’t I be when I accidentally discovered something horrendous about this man I called my savior. I couldn't fathom how this very man who rescued me from the valley of death was capable of killing someone. Is he the same as my ex-husband? Do all wealthy men view life as something they could easily dispose of? "Need I remind you of who you are, Lilith? Raise your voice again and you can ask them yourself," his voice was frightening and cold. Yet the way he called my name was the sweetest.

It always wants to go ahead and tear her. Selina smiled proudly. She reached out and stroked the large wolf fur beside her. It has smooth black fur, and its yellow eyes are somewhat cold, but when being rubbed by Selina, it retracts its combative evil. "Windy, you take care of her." “Guru!” After a loud howl, only the gray-haired wolf named Windy was relieved to use his sharp claws to kill Orla. Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence.