Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

But one person caught his eyes, his eyebrows raised when he saw her. Their eyes met, and in a fleeting of moment she could see the surprise in his eyes but it soon faded. Then the fear in Lily tripled when she saw the corner of his mouth raised into a smirk. The corner of his mouth raised, and his lips parted, he was about to say something... Lily's heart halted in her chest. However, suddenly Logan used his claws to decapitate his head, and immediately his head fell onto the marbled floor. His body fell to the ground and blood started gushing out of his acephalous body, pooling on the marbled floor.

No one is prepared to see this. They both were panting but keeping an eye on each other with hatred. They were both bleeding but the lion shifter was the worst. It was limping. Its hind leg was damaged. Zander split blood on the floor. His wolf bared its sharp teeth at the lion. His eye flashed golden yellow at its enemy. He pounced on the lion ameing the neck of the lion. Between its teeth the wolf bit the column of its opponent's neck. Its sharp teeth penetrated the soft skin. Blood gushed out and flowed down its neck. There was no stopping of blood.

Its mouth - painted with blood, gave a deep growl as its hazel eyes locked on to Arth. Monsters like you… Arth slid his foot on the snowy ground, knees bent, preparing his stance. Deserve no mercy. The lion stretched its body down, let out an angry roar, then launched a wild charge forward. Arth’s emotions had overwhelmed his integrity. With eyes still red in tears, he stomped on the ground; the next he dashed, landing a quick slash of his sword. The moment they passed by each other, dark-colored blood rained on the white surface as the lion’s neck got slit in an instant. A single strike it only took. A few seconds short… the enormous body of the beast fell to the ground, with its red juice

Zinjo growled at the third, “Surrender and face justice.” A bizarre laugh came from the third and his clothes ripped and fell off his body. The laughter rattled the brain, and sent chills down aurelias spine, the face twisted in a deadly smile of fangs and while smaller than Zinjo, Aurelia sensed the newcomer was far from defenseless. The spotted coat shook with mirth. “You are far from home, lion. We ended the conflict between our peoples long ago, do not throw it away for an old woman.” he tried to slide by Zinjo who caught him by the back leg and threw him back to his original position.

"Yes, it is very real. Did you find someone who made you react like that?" The heat crept up my neck, tightening my throat. I locked my jaw, refusing to look at her. "It was just a midnight encounter. But afterward... everything feels wrong." "Like you lost a loved one, right?" I gave a single, tight nod. "Yes. And I don't know how to meet her again. I have no name. Just her features." Martina stood up, the softness vanishing from her face, replaced by the sharp authority she usually reserved for the council. "You are the Lycan King of the twelve districts, son. If you want to find a wolf in this territory, you can."

Out of the corner of her eye she saw a dead wolf being dragged by the broken neck of another away from her. -Leonel- her voice came out weak, but its body was already rising from the ground. Leonel looked at her and positioned himself in front of her and it was then that Joss had seen the lion fur all stained with dried blood, and at that moment, she with her own hand put her shoulder back in place and showed all her fury in a shrill growl turning into a she-wolf and standing beside Leonel as an invitation -will you face us?

The kid below me shifted into a black panther catching me off guard and that was all it took for him to take advantage of the situation and throw me off him causing me to hit the metal lockers, I snarled as a lock dug into my skin before I pushed off just in time to dodge the bastards jaws as they were aiming to clamp on my neck. >Bloody fucking hell< Blaze snarled panting. The shifter and I circled each other snarling and growling. I saw a white lion jump into the fight and frowned as he attacked the rogues, practically bulldozing through them as if they were nothing. He looked up as if sensing my eyes and my breath left my lungs when our eyes locked with each other. Derek. I knew those eye

I looked back and Lylion raised his sword, ready in case an enemy charged at us. The scent got heavier and the next thing I knew, a big black wolf charged at me with its sharp claws. I got pinned to the ground but Lylion was able to pierce its hand with his sword. “Die, you scumbag!” Lylion shouted but the wolf was bigger than him and with its paw, he was sent into the air, his back landing against the wall.

The spear wound in his side still bleeds sluggishly, the blood black and thin. Lana lifts her head, her heart pounding painfully. She knows. He needs blood. Her blood. She raises her left paw slowly, her claws gleaming. Without hesitation, she draws them across her own foreleg, slicing deep. The pain burns sharply, but she doesn’t flinch. Blood wells up instantly, thick and red, dripping down her fur. She shifts slightly, bringing her wounded leg close to Lowell’s face. Her voice softens. “Drink.” Lowell stirs slightly. His nostrils twitch.

The words die in her throat. The silver net is shredding under the claws of the mountain lion, which has turned its blind rage toward the two women in white and grey. Diana’s eyes go wide, her face turning a sickly shade of ash as she looks into the yellow, murderous eyes of a four-hundred-pound cat. "That's... that's not her," Brielle stammers, backing away so fast she trips over a root. "Looking for someone?" I ask.