Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

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.

My fingers catch the neckline of her blouse within her hair and as I move it, my mark is exposed. I now understand why Morpheus’s wolf form is howling at a moon that looks like 2 crowns. We are both from a Royal bloodline, so instead of just a wolf with a crown on its head with the moon behind it, as Malik and Rania have, being from the Lycan Royal bloodline, ours reflect the two separate Royal bloodlines. Her shifter Royal bloodline and my Lycan Royal bloodline finally being brought together and entwined.

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

A fierce battle ensued, each combatant displaying the raw strength and instinct that defined their species. I stood at a distance, observing the encounter with a mixture of awe and pride. Lucian's skill and ferocity were a testament to his role as Alpha, while my heart swelled with admiration for the man who stood by my side. As the clash reached its climax, Lucian emerged victorious, a triumphant roar escaping his lips. The mountain lion lay still, defeated but honorable in its struggle. It was a bittersweet moment, a reminder of the circle of life and the delicate balance between predator and prey.

Lionel turned his head and roared at me, but his eyes widened in surprise once he saw my face clearly. "You're... Jenna?!" he exclaimed, looking at me in dismay. "That scar on your face..." Before I could speak, Jenna coughed violently and expelled a large mouthful of blood. Lionel hurriedly turned his attention back to Jenna. Jenna's pale face had an unnatural red flush to it, and she lifted a shaking finger to point at me. She spoke in a hoarse voice, "I-it was... her... It was Jenna! She...hurt me... Forced me to... to exchange blood... with her..."

She lost another childhood friend on the same dark night! Harvey growled again, sending shivers into the brown wolves' bodies as they retreated. Alpha Harvey looked as graceful as a goddess. He was huge, with rare navy fur, and sparkling blue eyes. And like the natural king he is, he scared them to death then reassured them, “I will not print the Luna. Yet I will not allow any wolf to print her, unless he is the one she chooses. He, who dares to ignore this order, will meet a horrible death. Take the body of your friend. He is still alive. But I can’t tell how long till he stops.” Instinctively, the wolves bowed to the Royal Blue Alpha and executed his order.

Most beasts here have been baptized by death energy, hence, turning them smarter and stronger. The lion possessed some intelligence. However, its cruel nature was unleashed the moment it smelled blood. Irene had managed to tear a piece of its skin, the ear. Blood was pouring down from its head, sending the lion into a crazy state, maddened by bloodthirst and anger, pain fueling its fury. The black dress was still spotlessly clean. The indifferent face was still emotionless while her body moved so nimbly that people could barely perceive her faint presence. The small, slender hand continued to slam into the lion's body.

I showed off, making myself an offended person . I instantly jumped into the cave in the form of a wolf, completely ignoring the guards. Kitty will be able to deal with her, I had no doubt. Only once inside the cave, I heard the wild roar of the animal. What happened there? Having reached the center of the cave, I saw the wounded Leopard in his bestial essence. Scarlet bloodstains burned like fire on his snow-white fur. Apparently, he was shot in the hind leg. But Lisa was nowhere to be seen... There was a blow to the tambourine and again a monstrous roar. The noise made my head spin. I started looking around for the source of the sound. Again blow and again roar. There was a vacuum in my he

wolves, yet the effort was well worth it. Rosalie approached the lions by crouching low. Of course, they were on guard, scanning the area for any threats. Rosalie leapt high, scratched the largest of the three lions with her razor-sharp claws, and bit hard into its neck with her razor-sharp teeth. As she tightened her grip on its neck, obstructing its airway, she could taste the rusty rush of fresh blood trickling down the back of her throat. Under her, the lion struggled as it attempted to pounce on her with its claws. Rosalie, though, remained firm.