Lioness Oc Novels & Stories

I link Leo, “hey where are you?” “At home with Michelle, why what’s up?”. No time to beat around the bush, “Are you two mated?”. Brief pause… Come on dude. “Not yet and weird question, why?”. Shit, double shit. “Because we have a crisis. Dana is in heat… BAD. And I have her in Zak’s truck. He is back fighting some of the warriors back so I can get her here but I can’t get her up those stairs in the shape she’s in. Liams in the hospital”. Leo’s POV

For the past one hour, Lingxi and I worked together, so she naturally listened to my decision before we carried out an attack, based on my precise estimations with the strength and weaknesses of animals — after all, I am a beast tamer. I naturally said, “We don't have a chance. Those animals are called the Blazing Overload Lions, and they're very powerful. Fourteen of these ones advancing are in the Meditation realm, one in the Ethereal Opening realm, while three in the Ethereal Ascension realm!” Shocked, Jessica said, “Then I suggest we run.” I shook my head in gloom. “If it were any other lions, then that'd have been the only option. However, these lions, once they've been disturbed, would

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.

No, crying would ignite their spite. I felt my wolf's fury, as she struggled to get out. My eyes widened. I forced myself out of the locker, and with my head bent low, I made to move past the three bags of human tormentors. "Not so soon, Lara," Aiden chuckled, and grabbed my wrist. My skin felt scorched under his touch, and as I struggled to free my wrist from his grip, he tightened his hold. "You know what to do." Another voice sneered behind me. I knew who it belonged to of course. It was one of Aiden's cohorts, Drake.

Arlo stood tall, his expression one of fierce resolve as he addressed the crowd. “Lune has faced unimaginable trials, yet she has emerged not just as my mate but as the true Luna of this pack,” he declared, his voice echoing through the hall. “She has shown strength, compassion, and resilience. I will not stand by while anyone questions her place here. She belongs with us, and we must accept her as our Luna.”

Alpha Amal had done the same and was ready to have the shift in the garden as usual. She sidled to his side and watched him carefully as he went about his business. Everyone was careful not to touch him, because it was obvious he carried a lot of anger about the situation he had been put in. She stretched out her limbs beside him and waited for the cloud to leave the face of the moon. When it did, the ceremonial howling began, and she joined in. It had been quite a day, and her debut as Luna of Dark Orchard had not gone too well. Yet, in an odd way, she was thankful for the experience, and that at least things were out in public.

screamed in my mind. As I approached the War Chamber, the great oak doors were slightly ajar. The air that seeped out smelled of iron, old leather, and something else. A palpable aura of raw power and menace. I peered inside. Thirteen figures, all dressed in black, sat around a massive oval table. Their low voices, like the rumbling of distant thunder, filled the chamber. A jolt of pure terror washed over me as I realized I was about to enter a room full of Lycans. With a deep, shuddering breath, I pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

“Eyes down, mouth shut. The wolves here don’t just bite—they play with their food first.” The Outer Ward swallows us whole. The air is thick with roasting meat and something darker underneath—iron, sweat, and the sickly-sweet reek of desperation. Statues of twisted, half-human figures leer from alcoves. A fountain bubbles with wine dark as blood. Julise stops before a moonstone altar. “Palm here.” The stone is icy against my skin. The oath she feeds me is razor-edged: “I am less than shadow. I speak only when spoken to. My life belongs to Narcolantis.”

“You must stand under the moon that is fullest. You must be willing to bleed and pledge. You will call her name and call the Goddess to see. Only then will the blessing answer and the chain be broken.” I nodded. My jaw ached. My wolf circled within me. He was restless and eager. “We will bind her,” Leo said. “We will take no more chances.” The Seer leaned closer and cupped my cheek with a knotted hand. Her eyes were old and sharp like winter glass.

asked Olivia, still shocked at the sight of the huge and ferocious beast in front of her eyes that was also staring at her very intently. "There's still some kind of tiger," Zayden replied. "What's the name? This is yours; it must have a name, right?" Olivia asked. "It's called Onlion, because it's almost a lion too," said Zayden. "Wow, the look in her eyes is so cold, similar to yours," Olivia said. "Really?" "Yes. Aren't you afraid of keeping an animal this big?" Olivia asked. "No, it's not. Onlion has been here since he was a child anyway. He was only a few months old when I brought him over from the carcass of his mother's body. So he wouldn't pounce on someone by my side. Unless I give