The Lion King Fanfiction Novels & Stories

And the male lion under the tree, as soon as it saw the three lionesses, stood up immediately, took a slight step back, and anxiously confronted them. Elianna said, "The one under the tree is Old Lion King." Owen curiously widened his eyes, "Old Lion King?" Elianna explained, "In a pride of lions, male lion cubs are driven away by the lionesses and the Lion King when they reach the age of two. The male lions live on their own for a few years before returning to the pride to challenge the Lion King. If they can defeat the Lion King, they become the new Lion King, and the defeated Lion King is expelled from the pride."

It was heavier than it looked, the cover soft and a little sticky with age. It opened plainly enough: Each alpha has a prophecy, and it will always come to pass. Weird, I thought. The kind of line that means nothing until, suddenly, it means everything. I almost put it back right there. I wish I had. I kept reading instead. The Tenth Lycan King will conceive a child with his Luna. The child will be the most powerful and most feared in history. I read it again, slower. Then a third time, waiting for the words to rearrange themselves into something that made more sense, something less impossible.

“What if his mate is from our pack?” Kaiden smiled, “Then there's more power for me. I hope this rumor is true, but the fact that he's lived for over a thousand years is definitely impossible. A Lycan king can't live for more than two hundred years. Living for a thousand years could only mean something else.” he concluded. “And I'm not going to believe that.”

He strolled lazily across the field, yawning as if the entire morning had exhausted him already. “Whoa…” Lily whispered, her eyes wide with awe. “He’s huge.” Thomas crouched beside her. “See that big mane? That means he’s the king of the lions.” “What’s he the king of?” Lily asked, still staring. “The whole savanna,” Thomas replied. “But mostly naps.” Emma shot him a look, but Lily giggled. The lion moved closer to the glass, stretching his massive body and letting out a low, rumbling sound that vibrated through the ground.

I choked on my own saliva as his voice breathed coldly into my ears, that’s when I realized—he had closed the space between us. My heart hammered against my ribs. I tried not to look scared, but judging from the way his lips curled into a loathing smirk, I knew he had caught that whiff of fear. ‘He could kill you with one breath, Penny.’ My wolf whispered, as if she were afraid the Lycan King could hear her. I ignored her. How could I nudge her into silence when a bigger predator was already hanging my neck on a stake? I forced a slow breath, searching for the words—and when they finally came to me, my eyes gleamed. I parted my lips and spoke.

The smell of him hit my nose, making my head spin. Speedily, I closed my eyes and forced my mind to construct a lie. I had to imagine that this was Theo. Yes, that's it. I was just back at the Sunset pack, giving my annoying brother Theo a nice massage after training. It's just flesh, I repeated to myself like a mantra. There is nothing special about it. The Lycan King must never get even a whiff of my arousal, or my life would be over. A terribly unhelpful, mocking voice in the back of my head immediately spoke up.

I screamed at him, and he was quiet, I cackled loudly and stood up, I moved closer to him and knelt beside him. “You haven’t done a thing, Lucas, gathering rogues is not enough to overthrow an alpha king, who has almost every other pack behind him. I have been doing the work, I have been the one sleeping with him, reading books, and crafting out plans, you did nothing, and you have no right to be angry with me. Athena and her children are commodities met to be perished when trying to attain greater height, you should know that” I said and Lucas was quiet, he could hardly say a word.

I did more of picking food pieces than actually eating, as my mind drifted to Dahlia and just how lucky she was to escape this fate I was being forced into. “The food is not to your liking?” I looked up sharply, my gaze locking with that of the Lycan King. The whole table had gone quiet and I quickly turned to look at my Father, glancing over Lucretia who already wore a pinched look. I turned back to the Lycan King. “Uh, No, My King. It’s just-–“ I looked back at my father and then again, to the Lycan King. “---I don’t like peas”, I finished.

She would be a better fit for me than that smart-mouthed Kiara who was always looking for an excuse to raise hell. Keturah's cool voice brought me out of my head. "Your behaviour with Kaylan and that…girl? You have never acted that way in all the time I have known you. Are you jealous?" Me? Jealous? Impossible. One could only be jealous of what he did not possess. Kiara was mine even if she hadn't realized it just yet. "I am not jealous of anything or anyone." I settled on my seat and spread my arms graciously. "I am the Lycan king. I have no wants unfulfilled."