Lions Blood Book Novels & Stories

The lion drew back and re-attacked but Logan turned it over and started punching it heavily but it used the second head and launched at his hand tugging his teeth deep into his arm. Logan successfully pushed it off him and spat out blood. He tore off a little piece from his cloak and used it to tie around his bleeding arm. "I don't wanna kill you lion. Don't make me do it" he mumbled and spat out more blood. "Pride. That's the mere reason I won't spare you" the lion retorted calmly.

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to her. By the time we pulled away her pink lips we swollen from our fevered kisses. I could not hold back my smirk. She smiled shyly at me before gracefully crossing her legs and sitting on the floor. She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for me to do the same. I sat down next to her, albeit not as gracefully. Pulling the book from my hand, Arisa attempted to open it. I chuckled softly at her confused expression. "Only a demon can open the book." I reached over and easily opened it. Her little pout was adorable. The first few pages described the proceedings of the ritual. Every leader, or acting leader, of every demon family

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

Most beasts here have been baptized by death energy, hence, turning them smarter and stronger. The lion possessed some intelligence. However, its cruel nature was unleashed the moment it smelled blood. Irene had managed to tear a piece of its skin, the ear. Blood was pouring down from its head, sending the lion into a crazy state, maddened by bloodthirst and anger, pain fueling its fury. The black dress was still spotlessly clean. The indifferent face was still emotionless while her body moved so nimbly that people could barely perceive her faint presence. The small, slender hand continued to slam into the lion's body.

“And who you might become. Dorian’s tenure is ending and if you are to be selected, Lucien, we might have a problem on our hands with anomalous persons. I want to know that you will make the right call regarding these creatures.” “What’s the right call?” Eirene asked, earning a snicker from Raoul. “Watch her tomorrow. If she’s nothing, we move on. But if she’s something…” Isolde nodded coldly. “Then she must be archived before she becomes a real threat. That is how we protect our bloodlines, Lucien.” Lucien’s jaw tightened but he nodded. “Understood.”

But I followed my instinct, only to find Lowell killing my men. His men are restless. Marco can see the tension in their eyes, their fear unmistakable. They know how dangerous and brutal the Lycan Prince is. Those who witnessed Lowell snap heads off bodies still shudder at the mention of his name. “I’m sure he’s in search of blood,” Stephen adds. “Animals or our kind. He’ll definitely come out from hiding.” The sight of his headless and heartless warriors flashes in Marco’s mind. It makes him want to gag as he stands before his men, preparing to pay their last respects to the fallen, as is the pack’s usual ritual.

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

"That mark belongs to me." She stepped back, blade raised again. "You're lying." He took a slow step forward, his eyes glowing brighter. "I wish I were." Before she could react, the sky darkened. Dozens of crows rose from the trees at once, shrieking and circling above them. The air grew heavy, the ground trembling under her boots. Kael looked up at the sky. "The Bloodbound has awakened." Seraphina didn't understand what he meant-she only knew one thing.

After hearing the commotion, he rushed over as well. The moment he saw me, all the color drained from his face. Peeking out from behind him, Sheila leaned forward. She had just finished crying in front of Mom and Dad. Her eyes were still red as she spoke in a soft voice. “What is wrong with Harriet?” She stared at the blood on the floor. “That blood is not fake, is it?” A moment later, she let out a small laugh. “After all, Derrick pretended to have ALS for three years. Maybe Harriet resents us and decided to fake fainting with some stage blood to scare everyone.

Avina. The woman who once destroyed empires, who bent kings and warriors to her will, who walked through fire and left kingdoms in ruin. I had not seen her in this life, not truly, but in my blood there was memory, and in those memories her face was carved like a flame into stone, my hand trembled as I reached for the book that bore her mark, the crest of fire and ash burned into its leather cover. I opened it, and the past bled into the present.