Lion With Bloody Mouth Novels & Stories

"Ready?" Aurelia nodded and prepared to draw Lion's Fang. She took several deep breaths to relax her jangled nerves. Her eyes never left Zinjo's tail. It wriggled back and forth. His tail raised like a flag, and Zinjo propelled himself forward with the speed of a viper. He roared. Aurelia followed suit and slashed the air after she rolled to her feet. The Bandits froze in fear at the sight of the lions. The armored leader pointed at them, "G-g-guardian lions, Lord Nian does not have them in front of his home."

Its mouth - painted with blood, gave a deep growl as its hazel eyes locked on to Arth. Monsters like you… Arth slid his foot on the snowy ground, knees bent, preparing his stance. Deserve no mercy. The lion stretched its body down, let out an angry roar, then launched a wild charge forward. Arth’s emotions had overwhelmed his integrity. With eyes still red in tears, he stomped on the ground; the next he dashed, landing a quick slash of his sword. The moment they passed by each other, dark-colored blood rained on the white surface as the lion’s neck got slit in an instant. A single strike it only took. A few seconds short… the enormous body of the beast fell to the ground, with its red juice

An instant later, the lion roared angrily as he walked in circles. "We did it!" exclaimed Claire. "Good job, Claire!" exclaimed Leon. "Can we come out now?" asked Claire. Suddenly the firewall lion roared, his eyes turning red. It then split into two, then four, until it became eight roaring lions. "What happened?" asked Claire. "I don't know," Leon replied with wide eyes.

Ikedi asked, this time to the girl who looked like Ada. His question was answered when something roared out of the forest and pounced on the girl who looked like Ada. “Wait,” Ada exclaimed but it was too late. The white lion had already torn the girl’s throat. Pools of blood ooze from the wound and drained into the mouth of the sand. The white lion steps away from the dead body and sauntered towards Ada. He had grown big now, with white mane rounding his neck, contrasting the brown eyes and black nose.

He looked at Naelis and bared his teeth, and a thick, black drool dripped from his mouth onto the stone. The black spot on the moon stopped growing, but the world stayed dark. The only light came from the fire of the burning mansion and the golden glow of Naelis’s fur. The wind picked up, blowing the smoke around them like a curtain. “Raorrrr!” Lihont let out a roar that shook the ground as he was ready to kill the Naelis for ruining his life's work.

Both of them are wounded from scratches and chomps that they have dealt to one another. I immediately went to her side and lunged at the lion. She was quite shocked to see me but instantly focused on ripping the lion's neck. The only problem is that its fur is annoyingly chunky, and the lion managed to stab Addison with its thick and long claws. Addison let out a small grunt, and as I was angry to see her hurt, I chewed the lion's stomach, ripping out its guts from inside out. Payne arrived to deliver the final blow as he clawed the neck of the beast as it passed by its' hairy mane. I restlessly ran to her and instantly shifted back to pull her into my arms. My hands were shaking as I touche

A fountain of dark red blood gushed over his lip. "Don't hold back, I said," I growled, my vision tinting crimson. Deep inside my mind, my lycan woke up, letting out a wild, booming laugh that rattled my ribs. She was enjoying this. Leonardo wiped the blood from his mouth and came at me with full force. We locked up, chest to chest, exchanging a rapid-fire barrage of brutal short-range blows. I took a hit to the ribs, gave one back to his jaw, and finally grabbed his elbow, using his own forward momentum to flip him over my hip.

Her fingernails lengthened into claws, and her lips slowly parted as her canines extended from her gum. There was a deadly air around her and an unnatural calmness as her ears prickled and she grabbed the hands of the man who had come too close. It was only the cries of the man who had ventured too deep into the lion’s den that were heard, along with a sickening crunch as his hands twisted in an unnatural way. Ariel didn’t give him time to recover as she continued twisting, an animalistic smile making its way to her lips as the scent of blood began to saturate the room and the bone stuck out.

he replied in his guttural voice that sent a terrifying shiver down my spine. I tried to get away but he was in front of me for a second. I gasped, eyes popping out of their sockets. My heart pounded in my chest when he went for my neck, but instead of biting me, he inhaled my scent. “How could I let you go when you smell like this?” The lycan suddenly reached for my wounded hand and he let out a deep growl. “A golden blood,”he said, “I didn't think I'd find you after searching for so long.”

Not when every corner of the stronghold sang with screams. The uprising had begun. And there would be no going back. Blood pooled in the cracks of the stone floor, thick and black in the torchlight. Lena dragged in a breath, chest heaving, as another wolf crumpled at her feet. His eyes—once kind, once loyal—stared up at her with a hatred that wasn’t his own. The serpent’s mark snaked across his throat like veins of poison. She had ripped it open, and now his lifeless body twitched once before stilling.