Lion With Bloody Face Novels & Stories

"If you truly belong to Ares then we're still going to take you right here but this time around it's going to be so much worse than we initially planned." My heartbeat was racing, nearly exploding. My head was racing with thoughts. "Yes, we're part of the wolves he kicked out of his pack. This would be more like sweet revenge for us." Damn Ares and his fucking law. This was exactly what I was running away from and it seemed like he was following me any damn place I went to. I was jerked out of my head when Lion suddenly ripped my shirt into two. I gasped and looked down at his fingers to find sharp dirty claws. I looked into his eyes, his green eyes were now flickering between green and blue

Its eyes were hollow white, and its teeth dripped celestial fire. One of the sleeping wolves. Awakened wrong. Awakened early. Awakened against me. It lunged again. I dodged, but not fast enough—a claw raked across my shoulder, tearing through flesh. Blood hit the runes and sizzled. My blood wasn’t red anymore. It was white-blue—liquid moonlight. The wolf hesitated. Then it inhaled. Breathing me in. Recognizing something. I used that half-second. I slammed my palm against the runes.

he replied, his brow furrowing. "What did the doctor say? Serious?" "Minor concussion, some abrasions. She'll recover in days." Lionel nodded. I blocked the bed, unleashing pine pressure, but it was easily shattered by his cedar scent. His eyes locked onto my bleeding palms, and a sneer escaped his throat—the accursed bloodline suppression left my fangs helpless. "Stay away from my mate," I growled, fury burning in my veins. Lionel's calm gaze didn't waver.

She was very beautiful, but its head was extremely similar to a lion's. "Boned lion? How is this possible?" At this moment, Zephyr Khan's face completely changed. At this time, the bull kept struggling, but in an instant, it was bitten in the throat by this creature called the Boned lion. With the blood dripping down, the other party soon stopped breathing. However, Zephyr Khan no longer cared them. If the Demon's Horn Brute Bull only surprised Zephyr Khan, then the Boned lion had already shocked him.

The Lion said as he waited for the debris to clear, already being able to sense that he was still alive. The smoke cleared and Xolvion's form was revealed to all. He had taken a large amount of damage with the blast ripped away half of his armour on his torso. His left arm was also burnt badly and the rest of his wasn't fairing much better. "That is one strong ass sword," Xolvion muttered, looking up at White Mane slowly with a smile still spread across his face. "It's time to finish this battle stranger!" The Lion shouted, pointing his sword at Xolvion again and he readied himself to pounce at his prey.

Lucern hisses through his fangs, motioning with his hands for me to stay and protect our fellow mate. Blood drips down his chin, smearing across his face when he reaches up to wipe off the droplets that are steadily falling. A crazed look appears on his face as bloodlust takes over him. Black tendrils ripple below the surface of his skin across his face, adding to the eerie look of him with his blood red eyes and blood covering his face.

With a final, savage twist, she ended it, her jaws crushing his windpipe. As his body fell limp, Raina stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion. Her white fur was stained with blood, a testament to the fierce battle she had fought. She lifted her head, her ice-blue eyes scanning the room, ready for the next challenge. In that moment, she was the embodiment of strength and dominance, a Luna who had survived and conquered.

“Then lead me, Damian Blackthorn. Or get out of my way.” Moon above — my wolf howls at the challenge in her voice. He wants to mark her. To bind her teeth to mine, her blood to mine, right here among the corpses. I cage him down with every scrap of control I have left. *** Behind us, Lira appears, sword slick with rogue blood. She takes in the bodies, then Alessia’s dagger, then my naked fury. “Well,” she drawls. “Looks like our Luna has teeth after all.” I shoot her a look sharp enough to silence the whole pack.

The lion drew back and re-attacked but Logan turned it over and started punching it heavily but it used the second head and launched at his hand tugging his teeth deep into his arm. Logan successfully pushed it off him and spat out blood. He tore off a little piece from his cloak and used it to tie around his bleeding arm. "I don't wanna kill you lion. Don't make me do it" he mumbled and spat out more blood. "Pride. That's the mere reason I won't spare you" the lion retorted calmly.

The once peaceful forest now pulsed with tension, as we raced towards the origin of the anguished cry. Breaking into a clearing, the sight that met us quickened our hearts even more. Alessia, trembling on the ground, faced a mountain lion, a powerful opponent who was focused on its victim. Without hesitation, I leapt in front of her, my wolf forming a shield against the looming danger. The mountain lion, startled by my sudden appearance, crouched low, ready to pounce. Gary joined me, flanked my side, and we presented a unified front. The mountain lion paused, evaluating his chances against these unexpected adversaries.