The Lion 40k Book Novels & Stories

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?"

There was a fast surge of power within Leonidas the moment Leo’s lips touched hers. For years, the power inside him has been nothing but a fading ember, silent, buried, and forgotten. But now his blood roared. It started as a flicker in his chest. A hear spread through his veins, it felt wild, alive and electrified. His ears twitched and suddenly the world was not quiet anymore, he could hear everything. Heather’s fast beating heart- the rustle of leaves, even the subtle crack of bone realigning inside his own body.

The forbidden text inscribed within revealed itself slowly but surely; ancient runes etched in blood-red ink that seemed to pulsate with dark energy. As I delved deeper into the book, my heart quickened with anticipation. The passages hinted at a forgotten history, a tale of a powerful Lycan King who had once ruled over the land. It spoke of his rise to power and the dark deeds he had committed in his quest for dominance. But it also hinted at a hidden truth, a secret that had been buried for centuries, waiting to be uncovered.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of the mop of his dark hair, all wild with curled ringlets falling over his brows and mischievous eyes. He couldn’t stand still, whispering something in Khalid’s ear, making him chuckle until uncle Salman silenced them. Even then, he was not scared of the Sultan of Azmia and rolled his eyes on his back. He ate every sweet my parents offered them and went to look at the bookshelves in the study. He read every title of the book as if he was an old historian and laughed loudly when Khalid playfully pushed him. And I loathed it. I was supposed to be Khalid’s friend, and that new guy had stolen my friend.

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.

Orion. I swerved around and raised the book in my hand. “Orion?” I glanced at Owen, then at the book. “Like, the same Orion??” Peeling the front cover and a few after that, a vibrant picture Orion sat on it. I gasped and the book fell from my hand. Owen said nothing, but kept his gaze on me. Are you kidding me?! “I tore the lycan king with my claws?!” I shrieked with eyes wide open. “How- why… jeez..” having no ability to form words, I settled on just blinking. My blue eyes rested on the book on the floor showing his face.

AYLA “There!” I screamed, and a huge lion jumped out. It was massive, its golden tail tangled with twigs, and its roar thundered through the trees like an earthquake. For a split second, it felt like the world stopped. The warriors around the yard scrambled, yelling orders and drawing weapons, but the beast’s eyes were locked on me. “Ayla, run!” Riven barked, stepping in front of me. The lion charged forward. Riven met it mid-air, his sword flashing as he slashed at the creature’s shoulder. It howled, twisting mid-air and tearing his skin open with a swipe of its massive paw. Riven flew back, landing hard with a heavy crack that made my blood boil.

Thoran. The Lion King shoved his way through his soldiers, his chest bare, his eyes glowing bright gold. He shifted mid-stride, his lion form erupting — massive, maned, muscles stacked on bone, claws like daggers. His roar shook the entire street, and even his soldiers froze, spines bent under his dominance. He charged. I met him head-on.

Not prey… predator. Branches snapped behind us. A low, rumbling snarl shook the earth. I turned slowly… and my heart almost stopped. A huge lion, three times larger than any ordinary beast, slunk into the dark. Its golden eyes shone bright with hunger. Its fangs were wet with fresh blood. “We’re in the wrong territory,” Don whispered, his blade raised. The lion roared, a sound that was so powerful, it rattled my bones. My grip on my weapon tightened.

He tilts his head with concern when I look back at him. “Just promise me.” I wipe the tears from my face. “Please.” “Okay, I promise won’t get mad.” He shakes his head, not understanding why he would need to promise that. I take the dragon scale gloves from Pan and carefully unwrap the leather strings holding the bag closed. I reach inside and grab the massive book by the spine. I wait a moment to prepare myself before I slide it out onto the crystal stand. I take a sharp breath when it comes into view. It’s just as beautiful as I remember. The cursed black leather cover has a sheen of iridescent purple when it hits the light. Instead of a leather binding on the edge, I sowed it with golden