The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride Novels & Stories

"What? Should I call you simba instead? Simba is too cute than you are so it's a no." "Wow! So if I am Simba, who are you? Nala?" Owen flinched for those words. Nala is Simba's mate in the lion King the movie. "Whatever.." To hide his blushing face, Owen nuzzled his head to Leon's stomach. Leon let out a silent sad sigh at the same time and thinking. "Leon," Owen called his name after a while. "Yes?" "Why did you kiss me this morning?"

‘Eat, you need to replenish after shifting it burns up your energy supplies’ She tucked in hungrily and shocked herself by eating two full plates before sitting back with a groan her stomach full to bursting, ‘Good grief, I have never eaten so much in my whole life’ She patted her tummy and grinned at her Father, ‘I guess there are some advantages to being a Lioness’ His laughter rumbled up from his chest and was deep and warm, ‘I think I can convince you there are a lot of advantages to being a Lioness, my little Princess’ He kissed the top of her head as he cleared their plates, ‘Come outside, I’ll introduce you to my Pride’ He took her hand and led her out into the sunshine, the lionesses

But today was different; today, the lesson had gone a lot darker. "Watch closely, Alph," his father had said in a low, serious tone. "You're about to see something quite out of the ordinary.". Alph had followed his father's gaze, peering through the underbrush at the lions. At first, all seemed normal. The lions were lounging in the sun, their golden coats shining under the afternoon light. Then, something changed. The largest male, the king of the pride, abruptly came to his feet. Where once calm and regal eyes now had darkened into a wild, feral energy.

Because he'd been tamed, I felt relieved. Two dwarfs appear in front of the king and inform him and his elders that Lions have arrived to attack them. They spoke in their language, but I could hear them because of the taming ring. The king told the audience to get their swords ready. They were acting in a way that showed they were terrified of the Lions.

I would not want an uproar when I come into the feast, so I asked Fauna to mend the neckline with silvery spider silk for me. The thrum of drums filled the air along with modern upbeat music giving off a dance and native vibes to the feast. I caught sight of my cousin, Elvis, who came to hug me as I was with my best friend, but unfortunately, he didn't stay long because of Lincoln's growl. His growl almost crushed me even though he was in tears. “I can not believe that I am going to lose you to the Overlord. And if it was just any mere wolf, I would have killed him and kept you for myself. Then, you'll realize the reason behind my being called Lincoln the Great!” he whispered into my ears as

Under the astonished gazes of the spectating crowd, a powerful wave of wind was generated in the hallway. As they were deep within Levity Museum, such a strong wind making an appearance should have been impossible. However, they were witnessing it now! In the center of the storm was the second son of the Lion King Tribe.

Lion King was always arrogant, and his voice was also very arrogant. It came from the other side, as if from hell. Amanda glanced at the reporters swarming outside the window, her voice cold: "It's very simple, I will destroy what you want. If I don't want to give it, you won't get it. That formula is in my brain, unless I'm willing to give it, you'll never get it." "Lion King, please be a decent person when I can talk to you properly." "Haha..." Lion King laughed wildly.

Wolf, a fair skin man, young for his age and clever in words and action, said. "Dirmuza and Olkoti," Lion repeated, "those two are twin sisters, stubborn in words and action. My men and I will make sure they bow to the Lord of all." "No," Bull shook his head, "not yet" "Not yet?" Lion asked, not bothering to hide the surprise in his voice, "those people need to taste the wrath of our steel. We need to show them who the boss is." "I said not yet," Bull repeated, stressing each word. Lion was not pleased by that, but tried to conceal his anger. It was dangerous to anger the King's, right-hand man.

"Thus the two kings were born." "The 1st king" he pointed to the left side of the centerpiece of the bracelet showing a man in a white robe and a golden crown with his hands raised to something that looked like a green flame. "The peace/wisdom king (Uchendu). And the 2nd king" he pointed to the right of the same centerpiece to show a man in a red outfit with the same posture and crown as the one on the left. "The warrior king (Obiagu)". Both kings looked like mirror images of each other and both raised their hands to the same green sun in the middle of the bracelet as if they worshiped it.

His lips twitched as he stared at their reflection. She looked like a lioness, injured, yet brave, ready to roar and lunge at the enemy but unfortunately, the enemy was the lion. The King. Even if she tried to, she couldn’t beat him. “Speak, my pet.” He drawled, “Or do you want me to cut whatever is left of your hair, huh?” He feigned, looking around, “I think I have clippers somewhere here.” Sick satisfaction ran through him at the look of utter terror that covered her expression for a moment before she spat, “Thank you.”