Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

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.

"Wolves of the Blackthorn Valley!" Sharon Bloodclaw stepped out onto the high stone ledge, his massive, scarred frame draped in the heavy fur of a mountain bear. His hair was long, matted with grease and iron dust, his face twisted into an arrogant, triumphant grin as he lifted a massive, two-handed battleaxe over his head.

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.

The man’s painful yells slowly receded into nothing as his blood stained the once beautiful snow. The Wolf dropped the arm, its brown eyes meeting hers as he crept closer. The Wolf licked its lips slowly, as if already tasting her flesh. She froze up, staring into the mouth of this monster as he towered over her. She felt all of her blood drain from her face as his teeth came down, but they didn’t reach her in time. Black fur blocked her vision as the brown Wolf gets tackled to the ground by the Luna, her jaws clamped down on its neck. He yelped in pain, trying to kick her off of him, but her teeth only sank in deeper until he stopped moving.

It crumpled to the ground, exploding in a heap of blood. Rebel stood where the bloodsucker had been seconds before. Blood dripped from his face, his expression so calm it was chilling. He clutched a lacquered wooden stake in his hand as his men stood beside him, marking him as the leader of the drove of wolves at his back. The tension in the air crackled as his icy blue gaze met Lily’s. “Run,” he growled.