Lions Blood Book 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.

I dart a worried look between both of the Lions, not wanting to give up my advantage, but I can’t leave my back to the other Lion, so I take a few steps to the side and ready myself for an attack, preparing the fend them off with Nick’s help as he snaps at the Lion’s legs. A whimper escapes past the second Lion’s lips as she leans up, her form shrinking and fur receding. The red tinge of blood pools around the wound on her neck and she collapses back to the ground, the blood loss becoming too severe as it remains open and unprotected. I only now register the cooling blood dripping from my maw, not realizing how deep my teeth had penetrated before.

Lisa Throughout the night, I'm unable to sleep with the pull of the blood moon growing stronger. I lay here in bed tossing and turning until I finally just give up on trying to sleep. I get out of bed, feeling this rush from the blood moon. I look down at my trembling hands, looking at my elongated claws as my inner beast pushes forward. I take in a deep breath, slowly exhaling, trying to calm myself. I look down at my hands again, forcing my claws to retreat back into their nail beds.

"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."

No cars, televisions or roads. He made his way to the palace, angry that his carriage had shown up two hours later than usual. He noticed that the streets were empty. He entered the king's quarters, bowing as he came in presence of the king. "Harver Morvacain. I've been expecting you". "King Trafford... ". "Urgency, please. The Lioness claim you're the man for the job. I need your help in retrieving a book". "Book? " "The Book of Shadows. Lies beyond the mountains, for anyone daring enough to embark on a journey that kills most men".

The scent of blood, coppery and thick, seeped under the door. Tess backed into the farthest corner, clutching a heavy brass bookend from the desk. The fight outside seemed to be reaching a fever pitch. She saw Liam, a titan of black fury, surrounded by three wolves. He dispatched one with a brutal shake of his neck, but another latched onto his hind leg. He roared in pain, a human-sound ripped from an animal throat. It was the opening the enemy had waited for.

But if I told them the truth, maybe they would take me back to Thornwood. “A werewolf.” I said as loud as I could muster. Collective gasps broke out around me. Gasps of shock and disdain. I dragged my gaze around, confused by their reaction. Wait, he did say this was the ‘Dragon Keep’. The memory of when I came across a book about Dragons rushed into my mind. “...dragons are egoistic creatures who think they're better than everyone. They hung our kind for sport. They're monsters, Eloise…” Mae had told me that day.

Flavius wades through the crowd of dragons until he comes upon a SpitFire much smaller than the rest. Her scales are a brilliant lilac compared to the deep violet of the other SpitFires. She slowly approaches Flavius sniffing his outstretched hand. Flavius uncurls his fingers, reaching for her head. In one swift movement, her jaws snap down on Flavius's hand. He lets out a yelp of surprise but does not try to pull his hand away. Blood drips from the mouth of the small SpitFire. She makes no move to rip Flavius's arm off, which is a good sign.