Lion With Bloody Mouth Novels & Stories

' The milk bottle Corbin had given her had fallen to the ground far away from her. “H… hey” Maybe if she talked to the snow-white colored lion like it master does he would leave her, hot beads of sweat breaks down her forehead as she gulps, praying the lion stops coming at her “My flesh is absolutely tasteless, I don't know, but something tell me it is” “Anything goes for blaze, as far as it taste like meat, isn't it blaze?” The lion growled in approval. Time seemed stop, seeing the lion jumped from where it stood, it claws out coming for her “Ahhh!” Her scream pierced greatly through the light forest.

He was very upset, and he was already losing. At that moment the blood moon began to rise, shining in the sky with its characteristic reddish color, and the battle was getting more and more intense. The screams and sounds of claws clashing against bodies were becoming intense. The wolves and lycans of the alliance were getting stronger, but it was not enough. Denis also seemed to be affected by the moon. He got up from the ground and started throwing everyone through the air again. However, someone managed to cut off his hand with a sword made of silver. That weakened him even. Despite that, he was still standing.

They appear every once in two years on the night of a red moon and they attack every Lycan in sight. The blood moon was no ordinary phenomenon, it was also one of the curses of Azira. On the night of the blood moon, every Lycan caught under its red light will be stripped of their strength and rendered powerless. The red moon appeared every two years, and so did the poachers. They've learnt of our weakness, and they exploited it to harm my people.

. Rise Of The Bullied Lycan . Chapter 20: sliver of fear . Blood. Rich, thick, seeping through the fur of Raze’s thick black coat. Ford stayed quiet. The Lycan’s face was buried in the chest cavity of a male passerby and by the clothes Ford could only assume he was out for his morning run. The later time switch made Ford nervous. 4:30 was pushing it. Raze’s eye’s were closed, teeth snapping and braking through three ribs as his face became layered in the red fluid. It was all Ford could smell.

I looked up—and there he was. A magnificent white lion, gorgeous and proud, his massive jaws wide open. He could swallow my head in one bite. I turned and ran again. But after a few steps, I realized something odd. The lion had only roared. He hadn't even tried to get up. Like he was just trying to scare me off. Then I caught the smell—rotten flesh—and saw the wound on his hind leg, festering and raw. He was injured. I steadied myself and spoke. "Hey. You're hurt, aren't you? I can heal you. Can I stay?"

Note: The sentences inside the parenthesis would be their thoughts. Soheila put a piece of recovery pill on the golden lion's mouth. The golden lion wanted to take it out, but Soheila immediately closed its mouth that made the golden lion swallowed the pill. The golden lion was afraid that it was poison and was about to bite Soheila, however, the golden lion suddenly felt that her energy is back. The golden lion's injuries were gone and even her blood that was lost is now finally recovered.

Before I could open my mouth to exchange the unnecessary pleasantries, one of them spoke up “Now that’s one hell of a piece of meat, I wouldn’t mind to have writhing under me in pleasure” No sooner had he finished did a whoosh sound resonate through the air. I looked round quickly and I was not even surprised when my sights landed on Lionel, Alpha of the Red Moon Pack and he had a very familiar silver dagger in his left shoulder. I am not surprised because not only is that idiot disrespectful, he is also disloyal and smells an awful lot.

The sickening sound of flesh tearing, claws scraping against skin don't stop until only one rogue is standing. The warriors stare at the scene before them in confusion, exchanging eye contact. They quickly recover and one of them drive their claws into the rogue's throat. I smile mentally. I'm getting a hang of this. Leonidas's scent wafts through my nose and my wolf inhales it greedily. ‘Mate is nearby,’ She purrs already padding in the direction where the scent is coming from. She finally slows down when she sights Leonidas warding off rogues who were circling a pup.

Instead, he called it out for what it was: my weakness. Liam froze under my gaze, his eyes filled with fear. He opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with a laugh, casually placing my hands behind my head. "Fine, fine. Such a bore," I said with a smirk. "Wake me up when it’s time for action." I heard Liam exhale a quiet breath of relief as I let myself drift into sleep. Minutes later, his voice pulled me back. I opened my eyes to see him gripping his weapon, his stance tense. Behind him, shrouded in the darkness, were several wolves, their fangs bared, eyes glowing with anticipation.

Then seared across my back. I bit down on my scream, but the second strike forced it out of me with blood dripping down my spine. "You cursed the Alpha’s son,” one growled. “Say it.” “I didn’t,” I gasped. “He’s my mate!” “That’s not true!” I cried. They weren’t listening. Salt was rubbed into the wounds…..literal salt and I screamed until my voice gave out. — We need answers now!" Alpha Thorne’s voice was thunder across the council chamber, echoing against the stone walls of the room