Reading In Between The Lions Novels & Stories

He quickly snatches it from my hands and carefully places it on the bed. "Please open it, Breece." I smile at the little girl and encourage her to see my hard work of years. Breece wastes no time in turning the cover and palms her mouth as the first picture was of a Lion's family resting under a tree in wild Savanah. "There are ten lions and four cubs." She exclaims. "Yes, I click them from a distance but one of them woke up and roar at us." I told her remembering a narrow eacape from death.

And the lions had just been released. ***

I said to be ignored, “the lion is judging your punches.” They couldn’t care less. They didn’t hear me. Men never do when the old drum starts up behind the ribs and tells them the world can be fixed by rearranging somebody’s face. Andros hooked, missing by an inch; Elky slipped, shoulders doing quick math. Furniture tried to take sides: a chair surrendered a leg, the decanter flinched, the mantel clock cleared its throat and then decided time could mind its own business. They grappled, two handsome beasts arguing over a territory, and they crashed into the trophy wall. The boar’s head took an opinionated tilt. A brace of pheasants swooned. The lion stayed unamused—royal eternity has greater

Claire can no longer pedal both legs to get back up. "I'll take you up," said Leon while sliding as fast as he could to the top. But the lions quickly blocked their steps. "Damn it!" exclaimed Claire. With one hand, Claire threw the images hovering around her. Claire's throw sent the lions away, leaving a gap for Leon to pass. Leon quickly jumped up and slid up through the gap that Claire had made. The lions didn't want to give up yet, they gave chase and one of them was almost able to hit Claire's half leg.

Sarah said and he laughed. "Actually this is an abbreviation, there's a dot at the front of every later, It's L.I.O.N not lion." Aiden said. Sarah switched to the next photo and they stared at it curiously. "The word word LION is written vertically and in front of every letter are numbers." Sarah said. "N- 14, 15, 20, 15, 18, 1." Sarah copied the data from the image to a book. "What do you think Aiden?" She Asked.

The two forces clashed in the air between us, sparks flying as the light and darkness battled for dominance. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Leo, still in his human form, clutching his side where Tiana had struck him earlier. He was struggling, but his eyes burned with determination. Suddenly, he let out a growl, his body trembling before he began to shift. In seconds, Leo was no longer a man but a massive wolf, his fur as dark as night, his eyes gleaming with the same fierce light I’d seen so many times before.

The author respects anyone, and if you are under the age of 18 and still proceeds on reading the story the author has no means of any, not one of taking responsibility if you are to encounter content with high risk. Thus, read at your own risk. In Between, a new novel of fataldestiny will now start.

If there was ever a game meant for redemption, for proving they still deserve their crowns—it’s this one. I have the TV on in the background, low volume, more out of habit than anticipation. The living room light is dim, the shadows stretching long over the floor as I lie sprawled on the couch, one leg dangling off the edge. My attention drifts. I scroll through messages, mostly ignoring the blur of red and white on the screen. I don’t care about the Lions anymore. Not after what they did. Not after they let Oliver take the fall. “You’re really watching that?” Oliver’s voice is sharp as he enters the room.

The lion was looking at the peacock at the moment. Kenzie's heart was beating so fast that Alea could feel it. The little girl raised her head and looked at Kenzie's stunned face with his eyes focused on one spot. Alea followed Kenzie's gaze and was shocked when she saw the big lion there. She almost screamed out loud if Kenzie hadn't immediately covered her mouth. "Shh! Don't scream. He'll be here soon." Alea was trembling as her tears flowed and sweat poured down her body. She didn't know what to do. They were just six-year-old children who didn't know how to deal with lions.

The python lay sliced open, its belly revealing the slick body of a lion cub that the lioness had dragged out, now lying quietly on the ground. The lioness, weak, gathered her forepaws beneath her and lay prone, occasionally licking the cub with her tongue. She nudged the cub with her nose in a daze, looking around as if lost, nudging again, her gaze finally resting on Ethan Brooks, standing with his spear. Their eyes met, and Ethan Brooks could hardly believe what he was seeing. The eyes of the lioness, like gems devoid of luster, showed neither sorrow nor joy, just a profound emptiness.