Lioness Novels & Stories

His eyes widened instantly, "There seems to be more than one lion. Perhaps ... it's a pack of lions?" He could only grimace as he listened to the lions' voices. "Wow! It really is a pack of lions. They're not starving, are they?" However, he shook his head vigorously and quickly shook off his fear. "Lory Blackwell. How can you be afraid of animals? You're a soldier of the Ans De Lou Kingdom. A bunch of lions shouldn't be a big problem for you," Lory said, who was trying hard to brace himself. In just a short time, Lory soon realized that the group of lions was almost here.

Alpha Tyrion had set up the traps and the nets for the shifters and he was ready with his sword for the first batch of them. But I could feel someone watching us with so much attention that I snapped my head at the direction of the cause of scent and came face to face with the largest Lioness I had ever seen in my whole life. She roared and the birds flew from the top of the tears. The monkeys made noise and i heard the smaller shifters running to the safe places too.

The anger inside her spread through her limbs, ‘So, he has a Pride but he left my Mother to face my birth alone’ Her eyes flashed dangerously, ‘He had never even fucking acknowledged her’ She spat the fire burning inside her now as she raced forward she would make sure he never forgot her. The Pride scattered in shock as the huge stunning golden Lioness leapt into their centre, she was all razor-sharp teeth and claws. Snarling and biting, the females and their young fled into the bushes terrified, while the four young males surrounded her. It was just what she needed, her blood lust was up and she wanted to kill.

It seemed he wasn't omniscient after all. "That is Absolute Defense, the skill of the Nemean Lion that made it invulnerable to fire and metal. There was nothing that could break through the tough fur of the Nemean Lion because of this power. To think that the young chap inherited this skill that hadn't been seen since the last war with the Undead. He truly is a genius of the Lion King Tribe."

Dhiren was silent, but he continued to look at Hans seriously even though his face was astonished. He didn't want to believe it, but he also knew what the humans of the Lion Clan were like. What's more, Hans was a *Amethyst level. It was highly unlikely that a strong, high-leveled Lion like him would admit that a man's body wasn't that much different from a woman's. And, actually, men are more sensitive to almost everything and can be affected by things like that.

She's mine. I climb, slowly and carefully, my coils wrapping the trunk, dodging the last of her barbs. The air grows heavy with her presence. It's wild, defiant and intoxicating. My hands are inches from her perch when a roar splits the night. "Coilheart!" Hadrian's voice thunders, shaking the leaves. I hiss in anger, twisting to look down. The lion king storms into the clearing, his golden eyes blazing, flanked by Fenrick's black wolf form and Nythor's white striped tiger. Three against one. Again.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

His paws, massive and powerful, left deep impressions in the sand, yet he didn’t sink a single inch, as though the desert had no power over him. His thick, fiery tail swished through the air, leaving trails of scorched sand in its wake. I shivered at the sheer size of the beast. “It’s a black lion… covered in flames?” Pelin said, stunned this time. “Yes. It seems so,” I replied, unable to look away from the beast. “Any last words?” she asked jokingly, giving me a gentle shove in the side. “I’d rather not,” I admitted with a smirk. Her laughter was brief, then she whispered, “We can’t fight them both. What if that scorpion stings when we are not looking?”

The risk felt like gasoline on the fire. She went straight for the lion enclosure after midnight. They had one big male, Rex. A full-grown African lion, close to 500 pounds, with a thick dark mane and a reputation for being moody as hell. The zoo had a special medical holding pen attached to his main area—solid walls on three sides, heavy bars on the front, and a keeper door with a solid lock. She’d used the tranq gun earlier, giving the two lionesses in the main habitat a very light dose so they’d stay calm and sleepy in the back. Just enough to keep them out of the way. She told herself it was for safety. Mostly it was so she could have him alone.

There are five of them and they're spreading out, trying to pin us down. Only one of them has shifted into something that I recognize - a lioness. The other woman looks like a winged Lycan, her body covered in sapphire scales. The males, I'm not sure if they're boys or men, have hideous shifts. They look like they should have been dragons, at least they have scales on part of their body, but not all of it. Whatever they are mixed with did not blend well with the dragons. They hiss and slither like reptiles.