Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

Lex watched Alexa, who was quite far away from them. The lion roared angrily, bearing his teeth at Conan while Conan maintained an alert posture with his mouth closed. The lion immediately pounced on Conan and snapped at him. Conan fought, but the lion had managed to slice him on his back with his sharp claws. Seeing Conan was hurt, Lex lunged at the lion, who was surprised by the sudden intrusion of another wolf. The lion was pushed back, but he soon recovered and targeted Lex. He snapped at Lex's left flank, but Lex dodged at the right moment. Conan realized they couldn't fight the lion alone; they would have to attack together, so he braced himself and jumped on the lion kicking him on hi

As I sensed some movements in the dimly lit alley, a subtle rustling that sent a chill down my spine. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on her hand, preparing myself for the unknown. Four figures materialized from the darkness, their menacing presence unmistakable, they were Lycans. Among them, one stood out, adorned in a reddish-white royal robe that billowed around its powerful frame. Its eyes burned with an intense crimson glow, captivating and unnerving simultaneously. This was no ordinary encounter; I was being ambushed by the infamous Red Fang Pack.

Thanks to that leap, it created enough wind for me to slow down before landing on the cracked ground. “G-Grk…!” After struggling to stand properly with the katana acting as a cane, I look up, and naturally, the lion is glaring down on me. “…!” Looks like my bullets manage to hit the alveolar ridge under its lower right canines. It’s bleeding. “GROARRRRRR!!!!!!” Urgh… so loud and smelly. A heavy smell of rotten meat. Damn, he looks really pissed off right now. …It really does have intelligence to express emotions.

He shifted in front of me, bringing the white wolf from my nightmares into the light. He was larger than my human eyes remembered and looked every bit as ferocious as the first time we met, but one thing was different: I was no longer afraid of him. “You still want to challenge me, Celine?” He took a step forward, trying to intimidate me, but I flew at his throat and sank my fangs in. Lionel thrashed in desperation, trying to make me let go, and hurled me aside with his strength. “Damn you!” His white fur, now stained with blood, made me smile.

The aura that oozed out of him was otherworldly. Lyon bared his teeth, revealing razor-sharp fangs, as he locked eyes with the rogue, who was now lying on the ground with his bleeding limb. The other wolf with his bleeding eye also jumped, attacking Lyon. With lightning speed, Lyon lunged forward, his muscles rippling with raw power. The two wolves clashed, their bodies colliding in a frenzy of fur, claws, and snarls.

In his hands, twin blades sang their deadly song, flashing silver arcs that carved through the air with a hiss. Five Lycans, their fur matted and caked with dried blood, circled him like ravenous wolves. Their lupine snouts wrinkled in feral snarls, eyes glowing with primal bloodlust. Bill the leader, the one, larger than the others, bore the grisly scars of countless battles, a testament to its age and savagery. It was Bill Killian locked eyes with, his gaze as hard and unforgiving as the obsidian sheathed at his hip.

Part of him wanted to turn into a wolf, but he refused. Suddenly, from behind the Rogues, another Rogue appeared. He was different from all the Rogues who had attacked him. His body was more robust and larger. His fur was silver, a very rare color. He didn't look like a Rogue at all. His eyes were also different. Rogue had black-brown eyes, while the new Rogue had orange eyes. This was the first time Lyall had seen those eyes. But the wolf was definitely Rogue, as its scent was strong.

The fangs seemed as if they were still stained with the flesh and blood of their last prey, it was eerie and terrifying. Its body seemed like a huge mountain as the lion lunged directly towards Damon. And by this time, there was no cover between them. The bang of a gunshot rang out. Then there was a five-shot streak. With a clean shot. One huge body fell to the ground in response. The lion that lunged towards Damon got a shot to the head. It fell like a hobnailed meat pressed directly onto his car. The entire car was crushed almost to the point of deformation. But for ten seconds or so.

The aura that oozed out of him was otherworldly. Lyon bared his teeth, revealing razor-sharp fangs, as he locked eyes with the rogue, who was now lying on the ground with his bleeding limb. The other wolf with his bleeding eye also jumped, attacking Lyon. With lightning speed, Lyon lunged forward, his muscles rippling with raw power. The two wolves clashed, their bodies colliding in a frenzy of fur, claws, and snarls.

Her claws stepped out and within a moment, a black,big sized wolf jumped off the stage. Damien's lips parted in disbelief. He no longer recognized his brown, beautiful wolf mate. This black sized wolf was different, bigger than him also. But her eyes were glowing red like vampires. Viona joined in a fight with those Lycans, grabbing them like a mad wolf. She twisted one of their necks with her paw, her mouth opening to suck their blood out. It was a total mascara and madness.