Until Lambs Become Lions Novels & Stories

Anyways I wasn't surprised because she always did that. "You made a jest out of Liv but I'll need to inform you properly that she is the future Luna of this packhouse and with time she would be more powerful than you. I know you'll hate to see that but there's nothing you can do” Callum shot out casually as mum slammed her fists on the table, shaking the plates. “Over my dead body Callum! This cheap and worthless Omega girl can never become the future Luna not while I'm alive” She thundered, her voice erupted as though it were a volcano.

The place is like a castle reaching for the sky. "Welcome to your new home, breeders! The Lycan King will see you now." I've heard that name before, and based on the stories, if we omega breeders survived this long, only terrible suffering awaits us once we enter into that castle. If we don't lose our lives first.

The language in the documents was chilling. "The great fox wishes to have the lamb's stomach." "The great tiger wants the heart of a lamb." "The rest of the lamb can be turned into soup." It read like a twisted fable, but Aria wasn't taking it at face value. In context, the fox, tiger, and lamb were clearly people. The predators were coming to "feast", and the lambs? Likely the young women in the building. In ancient Farshyan mythology, demons called humans "lambs".

she added, causing me to look at the closed door he had exited from and contemplate my behavior. “Over a title,” I balked and she sighed. “Conri didn't want to be king but it was forced on him after the death of his father. He is a great king but it's not what he wanted to be. It's a lot of responsibility for an unmated male and you calling him highness constantly is a sore reminder,” she said softly and I told her I understood the part of being alone. “Lycan's are more complex than you werewolves and have a lot put on them because we are expected to be the go-between for all the packs and we can't know all the occurrences that go on in the packs and often make grave mistakes,” she explained

With one word, the feral animals under our paws, between our teeth, are transformed. “SHIFT” My Luna commands them, and they cannot fight her, fur becomes flesh in an instant.

Perhaps I would find something better, a future that I would choose for myself. But that was never to happen, my destiny already written by the gods from the moment I gave my first breath, I would grow in elegance and beauty like my sisters before me; silently waiting for the day I would leave home. For the day my father decided it was time for me to marry. Until then, I would be a second class citizen as all females of our kingdom were; someone who would not argue with the rule of men. But isn’t that what is wrong with the world? What needs to be changed? Men only concentrate on war, while women create life. Is that the cycle of things? I create a son so that one day he will leave to fight

“They always thought that we have the greenest grass.” Albert’s ears twitched. The fact was known not only to the lion tribe but also to all the tribes in The Unknown. The Hyena tribe always tried to conquer the lion tribe’s territory, claiming that they hoarded all the good stuff by themselves, including the greatest region. Fun fact, the lion territory used to be barren territory before they turned it into something totally different. The result was the current development of the lion tribe.

he replied. Another wolf lunged. Hunter shifted partially—his claws extending, eyes glowing—but not fully into a wolf. Strange. He moved like a trained fighter. Within seconds, two wolves lay unconscious. “We have to keep moving,” I said. Duncan’s massive black wolf appeared behind us. Bigger than the others. Stronger. His eyes locked onto mine. “You belong to me!” he roared in human voice as he shifted back halfway. “I belong to no one!” I shouted back.

‘Get the others’ The oldest one instructed and the youngest raced off into the hills, unbeknownst to their Father, the four young Lions had been hedging their bets.They had collected Rogues, three other young Lions, and half a dozen Wolves, they were more than a match for the King and his half breed daughter. Aslan sat on a boulder in the warm evening sunshine, his daughter beside him as they talked, well as they mind-linked. She told him everything about her life growing up, explaining that she never knew who she really was until the war.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the wolf sprang at her from the side. With swift reflexes, she reacted by pressing her body flat against the ground, just as a ferocious roar erupted from the very direction she had been heading. The wolf landed gracefully beside her, its eyes revealing a blend of apprehension and curiosity as it caught sight of the newcomer. A lion, with its mane resembling a breathtaking cascade of golden wheat that framed the massive head of the newcomer like a regal crown, advanced with a quiet grace. Its sleek and agile body moved stealthily, each step a calculated stride as it stalked its prey. With unparalleled agility, the lion leaped forward, swiftly locking