Until Lambs Become Lions Novels & Stories

“Oh yeah? Well, what are they? And which one are you in?” “The Eagles are the young wolves that don’t have an established tribe yet. Then there are the Salmons – they’re adaptable, easy going, full of new ideas, flexible, and forgiving. Then there are the Bisons, and they’re loyal, compassionate, dependable, practical, and caring. There are the Pronghorns, too, and I think I align most closely with them – they’re creative and studious, curious and quick to jump between ideas. Then there are the Mountain Lions,” I grinned. “I think that’s where you’d belong.”

A steward continuously replenished the food, sourced mysteriously from a celestial object that could turn anything in their kingdom into nourishment. As the five men indulged, oblivious to the dwindling resources around them, the hungry kittens scavenged for scraps and fought over leftovers. Eventually, the scraps in the house were exhausted. The desperate kittens, driven by hunger, gathered together and transformed into a fierce tiger, leaping onto the table and devouring the fat men. The tiger transitioned from kittens, driven by hunger, was savage.

He gave a slight smile and raised his brows. “Well, the ancient kingdom notes say that every animal had the power of shape-shifting. But mostly, wolves, lions, foxes, snakes and cats could survive till this date. All of them live in different kingdoms and doesn’t cross path with each other to avoid wars,” Beta Alexander explained with lots of patience. “Why do the wolves not allow lions to take over? They are kings,” Lucas suddenly said in a very dark tone, and his fists were grasping the side of his sword.

“So who is it? This… wolf brave enough to linger?” "The wolf with a pack" he said. She paused. Just for a second. Her eyes flicked to me, then back to him. Surprise crossed her face before she smoothed it away. “Oh,” she said quietly. Something sharp twisted in my chest. They stood angled toward each other now, voices low, like a private joke I wasn’t part of. “And you?” Evelyn asked softly. “Do you think the lion will be charmed?” Liam’s smile deepened. “Only if no one lets emotion cloud the hunt. Lions don’t respond well to sentiment. They respect intention. Purpose.”

Instead, they should first narrow down the possibility by filtering the lambs with certain traits. “Fern has a gentle nature. She loves sleeping in the grass and would chase butterflies. Unlike other lambs, she has a little black tip on her tail. Lucy is playful. She loves playing with her little ball and will react to the sound of bells. Lucy looks like any other lamb, but she loves eating oranges and wears a pretty blue ribbon on her neck most of the time because she loves the colour and sound. Snowball is the whitest lamb in the village. She can be grumpy at times and will head butt anyone who tries to pat her, but she won’t bite because she chipped her front teeth.” Once more, the main q

In less than two hours, I safely gave birth to a pair of tiny white lion cubs. "These little lion cubs are truly beautiful and exceptionally strong," noted the female shifter assisting me, picking them up to wipe them clean. "They are so full of vitality, perhaps they are A-rank beastmen. Let's have Chieftain Gideon evaluate them." "There's no need," I blurted out instinctively, attempting to intervene.

“To provide a brethren heir to mankind’s kingdom. Princess Tarragon is certainly that and the prophecy calls for a daughter…” “We have four,” Aurien replied, his tone soft. “Four lambs,” Leamoira continued. “But only one can make love’s sacrifice.” “What sacrifice?” Liera had risen to her feet, her hands clasping around Aurien’s strong forearm. The dragon lifted his arm over her and drew her to his side. They knew, I thought, what we all suspected. A lamb sacrifice meant only one thing to the lamb – death. “Seers are rarely wrong,” Aurien said, looking down at Liera. “The interpretation of their words, however, can be.”

Their eyes glowed with an ominous intensity as they prowled within the confines of their enclosure, awaiting release. Alcides, armed with a solitary sword, felt the weight of his impending struggle. The crowd's murmur intensified as the gates to the lion's den slowly creaked open, revealing the majestic but lethal creatures. The lions emerged with sinuous grace, muscles rippling beneath their golden fur. The announcer's voice boomed, "Behold, the fate of the once-glorious champion, Alcides of the house of Decimus!" The Naemean lions, their attention fixated on the solitary figure in the arena, advanced cautiously, tails flicking with predatory excitement. Alcides, though battered from his pr

Lilia roared loudly, her body filled with anger as she stared at both men before her. The great light from her eyes brightened the room as both men scanned around in fear as their lips began to tremble. Lilia's face began to transform, hairs began to grow rapidly on her face, her teeth elongated and they became pointy and so sharp that the tip twinkled to the touch of the light. Her ears began to grow longer in the form of a wolf and her fingers grew long and sharp.

“Let’s make this quick and be on our way." He studied me. “Quick is for men with no patience. But you’ll have them as soon as you have them.” Two young lions were brought forward. Alumni. Rare. Their bloodlines carried three shifts. Lion, bear, and panther. They looked no older than twenty, their shoulders broad, eyes sharp. Restless. Too much energy under skin that hadn’t found its place yet but I sensed the nervous jitters underneath their shells They shifted their weight, eyes flicking between us and Thoran. Neither looked afraid, but both looked like they’d fight if told.