The Lion King Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Liana's POV I don’t know why I am so bothered about both of their relationships; even though we are each other's mates, I don’t think he would ever accept the bond both of us have, which is why I am so upset at myself. Kaia is making this very difficult for me because she has refused to understand that he doesn’t have feelings for me and it is never going to change. Now that his ex-girlfriend is back, I know that both of them would want to rekindle their past relationship.

"You're married?" Lionel swallowed hard and tried to explain, "Lindsay, I—" "You lied to me?" Lindsay stood up, her voice trembling. "You said you lived alone and had never been married. You also said that you loved me and wanted to build something real with me. Lionel, which part of any of that was true?" I looked up at the ranking hovering above Lionel's head. Lindsay was still in first place, while Mom and I were in second and third, respectively. How ridiculous.

“Alpha Conan, sorry for stopping you abruptly, but I would like to ask you a question that keeps creeping into the back of my mind. I have realized that I have never really asked you this question” My eyes piqued with curiosity as I fixed my gaze on him and he asked me. “ Alpha Connor, do you really like Liana? Or is it because you knew from the first time that you set your eyes on her that she was your mate” His question caused me to ponder deeply. If I were to be honest, when I first set my eyes on her, I was kind of pissed with the fact that she was standing before me and asking me silly questions like if she could be my five minute bride. But slowly, it dawned on me that she was the one

The thin, fake mate bond with Cynthia was making his skin crawl, but it was the constant, nagging thought of Zaria that was actually driving him crazy. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't shake the burning, bitter jealousy at the thought of her living in the Lycan King's palace. He didn't care about the risks or the fact that he was marching an armed force toward the most dangerous territory on the continent. In his mind, he was going to march right up to Cassian Volkov and demand his fated mate back.

A queen was target. The dissent leader would not see opportunity anymore. He would see threat. And then there was my father. The thought of Elarion tightened something in my chest. He had told me I was bridge. He had told me that bonding would reshape the seam. He had not told me what bonding to a dragon king would do politically across both realms. Would the factions in his world see this as alliance? Betrayal? Opportunity? Did Aurelion know the full weight of what I was? I leaned against the balcony doors and closed my eyes.

"I abolished hybrid slavery three weeks ago. Your purchase is worthless." "You can't just..." "I'm the Lycan King. I absolutely can. And she's not property, she's my mate." "Your mate? A hybrid? Please. She's breeding stock at best, good for labor and entertainment. But I'll take her off your hands if you don't want..." He doesn't finish. I shift. Instantaneous with clothes shredding and body exploding into wolf form. My jaws close around Kullen's throat before he can scream. I bite down hard and feel his windpipe crush, vertebrae snap, and blood flooding my mouth.

But there’s this uneasiness I feel that whatever dangers are lurking in the background are just getting started. When she told me that she was leaving Carro started whimpering. I also didn’t like the fact that my mate was leaving, but I knew that she had to. As I pulled away from the kiss, I noticed the reaction of my body. It was just as my mind, my Lycan, and my soul knew that it belonged to her. “We have so much to talk about Liani,” I say as I place my forehead on hers. “That we do, my king. I hope when I come back that I have more answers,” she says as she drags her hands down my chest lost in thought. I feel my body tense under her touch. She needs to stop touching me like this.

I nearly topple to my knees to catch my breath, but I manage to stay on my feet long enough to deliver a punch to his jaw. The impact of his face against my knuckles sends pain up my hand all the way to my arm, but he doesn't even stumble back. "That was good," he even says, grinning with a mouthful of blood. "You're getting better." I don't know why, but that comment is enough to unnerve me. Is he making fun of my skills? "Focus!" Legacy, my Lycan, barks at me. I can feel his agitation. "Do not let anything distract you!"

Or was that a Mira sophisticated way to call me a sex slave? I didn't Know and honestly,I didn't want to know. The least I knew, the least it would hurt. " Eat some More or do you want me to feed you?" The Lycan King asked, making me almost choke on my food. Feed me? That's unheard of! Although it sounds nice, the last thing I wanted was to have the Lycan King saying ' aaah' while probing me to open my mouth wider. The thought of it is enough to send goosebumps all over my body.

Ligia was restless, wanting to come out. “You, brother, are desperate because you are bankrupt. He needs me more than I need you,” He leaned in, whispering into my ears. “I will give him the money he needs while you will give me as many pups as possible,” He whispered, licking my face as I clenched my jaws. ‘No, be a good girl and tell everyone that you and I will be getting married soon,” He said to me, biting my earlobes before he turned away from me. “By the way, I wouldn’t go back in there. Those bruises might require some healing,” He smirked, walking away as I gasped, holding my chest.