Lioness Profile Novels & Stories

I twirled. Lianna was hanging against a dead wood, in the palm of Hillarial, dangling for survival, with his claws digging deeply into her neck. Her face flushed red as he pierced deeper. Blood dripping down her thighs to her feet, then to the ground. Each bead got sucked into the hungry earth at each drop, leaving her quivering. Her eyes became extremely pale as she tried shifting into her wolf form, but she couldn't. I couldn't help but think about the feeling I had when Ariana dealt with me. Suddenly, everything went bank for her as he slashed her throat with his right claws, dividing it into shreds. Hot tears streamed down her eyes, yet, there was no hope for her again.

As he finished announcing, everyone started shouting and yelling. 'LIONESS', a secret fighter and very mysterious to all of us. She never reveals her face not even once, whoever tried to reveal the mask on her face in the middle of the fight, she beats them to death. But no, she won't kill them just punished them with her punches or so for them to get hospitalized for a month or two. Well, that's what I heard from all the people here. I had never really seen her fight but heard a lot about her. She is one of the strongest fighters in the world.

Lory said suddenly. Ben frowned, "Yeah?" James was instantly intrigued and put his hearing sense to good use. Although he was very confident in Lory's previous words, he still wanted proof. "His fighting skills, Senior Ben," Lory replied. He turned to James who was staring at him with a curious gaze. "What are his fighting skills?" James asked. "The person I was with earlier was very good at immobilizing those lions without ... killing them. He could even predict when the lions would recover. Besides, when I asked him why he didn't kill the lions. He replied 'He's not a killer'," Lory explained.

wolves, yet the effort was well worth it. Rosalie approached the lions by crouching low. Of course, they were on guard, scanning the area for any threats. Rosalie leapt high, scratched the largest of the three lions with her razor-sharp claws, and bit hard into its neck with her razor-sharp teeth. As she tightened her grip on its neck, obstructing its airway, she could taste the rusty rush of fresh blood trickling down the back of her throat. Under her, the lion struggled as it attempted to pounce on her with its claws. Rosalie, though, remained firm.

“Did you know Lion Dens State have six different kind of market mainstreets? Not one, not two but six. Why call all of them mainstreets if none of them are actually main. Ya know? They sell spices, raw meat, even live sheep if you have the tokes in the one we're going. East Bon Den, they call it. What a crappy name. And the shopping screens? Massive. Bigger than the entire front wall of the Den back home. And their healers? They use roots instead of powder. I could improve on that. I should improve on that. Maybe I’ll open a branch here. What do you think, Alpha?” I kept my eyes on the road. “I think you should save your breath a bit for when we get there.” My knuckles wanted to crush the st

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.

He’d bid double the price from the one mentioned on its tag. “And now, we come to the last and our most prized painting for tonight, of the two lions—calledPlaying by Her Rules. You see, in a pride of lions, a lioness is a better hunter, and she’s quite protective in nature. In this painting, it looks like she’s protecting the lion, her king. And the king knows he’ll always benefitifhe plays by her rules…”

There's a lot of money that's where she's going to start doing her stunts. The term is very unsuitable for her, although her work as a ccountersan but her customers can only touch her neck to toe, there is no more than a French kiss of course at a very expensive price. She has an intoxicating touch, so although she is very crazy with money however she still has many lonely men want to spend time with her. Not only lonely men, but also married men are able to bend her. People call him "LiOn". LiOn in English means the name of the animal that is lion, it is also very suitable for her because when she is angry she could have turned into a starving lioness.

"Eeeehhhh......" Moira yelled in fear. Seeing the creature getting closer to them. "Moi-moi relax, the more you shout the more the lion will be excited. He is injured. He is getting weaker." Mark advice his sister. Move closer to hug her. "Is that a White lion? I thought it is a tiger." Moira is in awe watching the creature. " Look at its head and tail it is definitely a White Lion. Their species are gentle and pets to human but their numbers are dwindling."

He had a Lyian form, a mythical creature never existed but just a myth. The lyian had a towering, muscular body that stood much larger than any in out human form with thick limbs and broad shoulders built for strength. Its skin was the same as my fur, patches of colors like leopards with leathery texture covered fur like an ordinary wolf. Its face stretched into an elongated wolf-like snout lined with sharp, predatory fangs. It has long claws extended from its hands, strong enough to tear through armor and flesh without effort. Its eyes glowed yellow, sometimes amber related to leopards eyes, revealing the feral instincts behind its gaze. Its legs bent like those of a wolf, giving it a digit