Little Lion Lungs Book Novels & Stories

Along the walls of the alley are portraits of the family and two rows of torches that light the way. The pair walk along the carpet and approach the first door on the left side of the hallway. Leon opens the door and within the room's contents are a few things. First, there is a bed that is fit for a much younger boy than Leon. There is an old and small red oak bookcase that has a few books on them. One of the books is called The Secret of Mana and another book is called Firestorm. Both educational books about magic and its properties, though Firestorm is one old-world book that is catered to the fire mages. Troy races into his room and slides in his bed. The small boy stretches under his co

Curious, I picked it and read the words written on the hard cover; ‘Lobo’ was the single word that was inscribed into the thick cover. I opened the first page and saw that it was written in foreign language. I glanced at Sir Nich, he was engrossed in whatever he was writing. I returned my attention to the hand-drawn, black ink pictures in the book. They were of some kind of beast. The beast that I saw looked like a giant wolf and the artist had put extra effort in drawing their deathly eyes. There were several writings on the page. ‘Only if I could understand this,’ I thought. The book had caught my interest. I was so indulged in the drawing of the creatures that I hadn’t noticed Sir Nich wa

The smell of cigarettes, cold ashes and musty clothes had already eaten into the mortar. But all that faded as soon as the eyes fell on the large cage behind the door, out of which small, insane eyes stared out as if they wanted to hypnotize me. They belonged to a lizard-like body. The head with the little button eyes was just as scaly as the legs. The rest of the body is covered with elongated fur in beige. The neck seemed too long for the body. Although it was barely larger than a rat, it had the appearance of a small fur-covered dragon. Lacerta proles. There's this guy who keeps a pillicula as a pet.

"The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe. Have you ever read it?" She gazes at the cover: a lion, a man with goat's legs, a witch all in white.... It looks.... amazing.... Holding the book like the treasures of the earth. "No, I haven't." "Take it home tonight and try it. Here, I will stamp your ticket. If you are able to start reading it this evening, you can tell me what you think tomorrow."

"Hmm, it might be a little hidden. Do you remember what the cover looked like?" Aaron scrunched up his face in concentration. "There were these dogs, all dressed up like pirates, and they were on a ship." Lila's brow furrowed slightly. The latest Canine Musketeers book she knew of featured a space adventure, not pirates. Just as she was about to explain this to Aaron, a soft whimper drew her attention to the little girl. Kneeling down to her eye level, Lila offered a gentle smile. "Hey there, little one. What's your name?"

“I know you miss your friends and I should have talked to you about it. But I promise, we would go back home as soon as mummy is done with her job.” He just leaned into me, without responding. This was a good sign. “Forgive mummy, please?” He turns around and hands me the book. “Will you read to me?” My lips stretched in a smile as warmth spread across my chest. “Of course I will baby.” I flipped to the first page. “The lion and the mouse….” Ollie listened quietly. By the time I got to the last page, he was sleeping soundly at my side. I smiled as I quietly put the book down on the beside table, then brushing off the curls that fell over his face.

As I drove down the street, I noticed he had gone unusually quiet in the back seat. "You okay back there?" I asked, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. He nodded, still pouting. "Want to hear a story?" I asked. His head lifted a bit. "Only if it's a funny one." I smiled. "Alright, once upon a time, there was a little lion who didn’t want to go to school. Every morning, he would hide in his blanket cave and pretend to be asleep." Jace chuckled. "But his mom, the lioness, was very smart. So one day, she put a cookie at the edge of the cave and said, 'Whoever comes out gets the magical cookie of bravery!'"

Cameras scanned every inch of the outer wall, drones buzzed the perimeter, and packs from as far as the Rockies were pinging our secure comms demanding updates. Logan stood barefoot in the dewy grass, staring into the trees beyond the border. His golden eyes glowed faintly. His little hand curled around a small leather-bound book Link had given him—The Wolf Within, a relic of our history, simplified and digitized for his young mind. He wasn’t just reading it. He was absorbing it. Three years old and already decoding language systems most warriors still stumbled through. It wasn’t just brilliance. It was something else. Something old.

Maybe that'll give us more information Malcom tails behind me and keeps murmuring something I can't make out, I brush it off and take the book in the corner of the bookshelf. I cough and wave off the dust coming off it, dumb stupid asthma. Malcom snatches the book from me while showing no care that I am finding it very difficult to get air into my lungs. I continue to cough and search for my inhaler in my pockets, Malcom puts his giant fat chubby finger on my lips telling me to be quiet while he reads. Fucking bastard.

I ask him in a teasing voice. “Funny joke Luna, I am going to change,” he replies me and he heads to his closet probably to get a change of clothes or bed. While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country.