Lions Blood Book Novels & Stories

“Every one of them.” I lunged forward, slammed a lion into the dirt, my claws tearing his stomach open. His blood pooled under my paws as I moved on. Soldiers screamed orders, their formation breaking under the weight of our attack. The Den’s hospital loomed to the right, lions pouring from its doors to intercept. My cousins’ scents burned from inside — Haden, Curt, Adrian. The pack was cornered. A lion lunged from the side, his claws catching my ribs. Sheetal twisted, jaws snapping, ripping his throat out. His body dropped before he hit the ground.

However, most clans are too traditional to marry off their daughters to strangers. Raven, thankfully, would never do that. Bloodlust is coursing through my veins as I aim my weapon towards three guards standing at the back of the building. My body stiffens, yet my muscles remain relaxed and still, almost like I'm asleep but with my eyes open. My sole boundary is the hazy sky. There is no breeze, no outside noise. Chaos is all that is necessary. I fire, striking the first guard square in the forehead. It's too late when the other two turns to face him while their weapons. I knocked one in the hollow of his neck and the other in the heart.

The gladiator, now adorned in the crimson hue of his own blood, refused to yield to the impending darkness that threatened to consume him. The second lion, larger and more imposing than its predecessor, lunged at Alcides with a predatory zeal. Each swipe of its massive paw left a trail of crimson in its wake, a macabre testament to the ongoing struggle for survival. The crowd's jeers and Fabius's mocking laughter echoed through the arena, a symphony of doubt.

There was no stopping of blood. The lion roared loudly in pain. Instead of leaving the creature the wolf embedded its teeth deep in its flesh and tore out a large piece of meat from the front of his neck. Blood splashed out from the gap.Half of the wolf's face was covered in blood while it was still holding the tires flesh. The lion whimpered. Its eyes were cast at the ceiling, mouth fell open, some weird noises came from its body. Once cruel eyes turned lifeless as Xavier, Sander's wolf drained life out of Mr Romano's lion. Xavier let go of the dead body until the body didn't move anymore. The lifeless body fell on the floor with a thud. I was still in shock from all just happened. One minu

Aleksandr sighed and leaned forward on his desk, making the lamp illuminate his clamped fingers. "Legends say they are the first wolves to have been created," he spoke. I chuckled softly, and Solomon turned to look at me abruptly. He had a stern look on his face. "And what proof do you have on this?" I asked, beguiled. "I was hoping you say that," he answered. He stood up and went to the shelf on his left. He picked up a book that appeared not to be covered in dust like the rest. He walked back to the desk while flipping through the book. He stopped and laid the book in front of us, taking his sit back.

I believe people can read this as a novel but in reality the author just wants to expose their readers to the monsters they see in other worlds. The title 'Desire for thirst' was inspired from my personal experience of writing this series. The main character in Desire for thirst is the werewolf which murdered my mom. For every novel, I make some particular things to specify from each book like the manner of killing. Likewise, the manner I used in Desire for thirst is man in Balck clothing slashing his victims throat after cutting out their tongue. i got shocked after seeing the similar manner of killing in the news. Was it only a coincidence or... i couldn't even come up with any ways to thi

He yelled, and I cringed at how angry he was. "Hey, man, chillax," Liam said calmly to his twin. "I don't know where the hell you hear that from. Don't ever ask about that again," Logan's voice went lower but still angry. I braced myself and took the courage to ask him. "Then what about the book." "What book?" He says in confusion as anger contorted the features of his face. "Your book of names of all the girls you've been in with? They have the start to the end dates next to their names. That book." I look straight into his eyes. "Tell me, Logan. Is my name in the book?"

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

He gave me another book. “Spirit wolves,” I read this time. “That’s what our people called them.” “I never heard of a spirit wolf,” I said. “That’s because they are thought to be instinct.” “But you think Elaeya is one?” “I think she’s a hybrid of one,” he corrected me. “Okay,” I said closing the books. “Ball-park it for me.”

Chapter 55 ~Emily~ The lion's huge paws pressed me down to the floor. I could feel the lion power stronger than any of the Lycan warriors I train with. I turned my head slightly and I saw that the lion had lowered his head, his mouth was like a bowl full of blood near my neck. His pupils were staring motionlessly at me, seemingly with some curiosity, and his huge teeth were almost in front of my eyes. I could feel the blood and heat inside the lion's mouth, as if I was going to be torn apart the next moment.