Aioros De Leo Novels & Stories

"Leo, help me get him onto the medical cot." Leo, a young Beastkin with the protruding tusks of an Orc and the gentle heart of a scholar, stepped forward. His movements were fluid and powerful, effortlessly taking the brunt of the stranger's weight. Unlike the warriors of the Northern Citadel, Leo spent his free time sketching the ruins in a tattered notebook, but in moments of crisis, he was the squad’s unwavering muscle. "He is heavy," Leo noted, his voice a low rumble. "And his scent... it is dense, Rhea. Like a storm held behind a dam."

As soon as they stepped outside, Leo strolled over to his sleek black motorcycle, patting the seat confidently. "Alright, hop on." He said, stretching the helmet to Rose. Rose stopped in her tracks, her arms crossing over her chest as she shot him a glare. "You’re joking." Leo smirked. "Do I look like I’m joking?" "Yes," she deadpanned. "Because there is absolutely no way I’m getting on that death trap with you." Leo gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Death trap? Excuse you, this is a finely tuned machine. And I’m an excellent rider."

Leo assured him. He opened the door to the garden and quickly checked that all of his decorations were still attached to the greenery. Fortunately his twine was holding and the decorations were still in place. He had wrapped the rose bushes and the trees in fairy lights as well as adding heart shaped candles onto anything that could hold a candle. He led Nocturne to the center of the grass and released his hand. Leo pulled out the ring box and opened it before getting down on one knee. “You can open your eyes now,” he announced.

He wanted to keep her calm and continued talking to her, “How old is little Leo?” Grinning she answered, “He is six and so smart. His powers are phenomenal, and he isn’t even grown yet.” “Your son is a witch?” Mark queried. She laughed out loud at his calling Leo a witch but corrected him as if she was instructing a child, “We call males with the power, Warlocks. Usually, they are not as powerful as woman but because Leo is a demigod, he is more powerful than most high priestesses.” Cronos walked back in and told the others, “I asked Eric to stay with Gammy and Rose. He seemed like he did not want to leave to begin with. I have a feeling that Rose is his mate and is to young yet to know.”

All he cared about was his woman. Theo watched as Leah landed her beautiful red dragon in the clearing a few feet away from where the tables were set up. He could hear the exclamations of excitement coming from everyone, especially the children, at seeing the magnificent creature in front of them. He smirked. This was probably the first time any of these idiots had ever even laid eyes on a dragon in their entire pathetic lives!

I woke up to an empty bed once again. Alessandro Is knows where in sight; I understand he's a busy man, but it wouldn't hurt to maybe have some morning sex once in a while. I stretched out my limbs and crawled out of bed, my eyes barely adjusting to the morning sun. I slipped on my red silk robe, hoping to meet Alessandro downstairs. "Good morning, princess," He spoke in his groggy morning voice, and fuck, it was hot.

Aiden had refused to dress up as a cowboy from the beginning, and I showed him the middle finger when he showed me the wig of the queen of dragons (I still don’t understand that part) “Why are you going to dress yourself as a homeless?” Aiden had asked confused when Louis had pulled out his costume. “Homeless?!” Louis exclaimed in horror. "I'm Jon Snow, boy. Don't insult me ​​with your ignorance.” And then he had drawn a sword from his back, leaving us all in shock when he began to fight someone imaginary. "You're insane,” I had said, holding back a laugh at the mortification on Aiden's face. "Auntie, I don't want to wear that,” Aiden murmured to me when Louis was still entertained fighting

"He doesn't want the evidence of his failures making it back to Aethel-Luna." "Roric, get the survivors into the shelter of the fallen gantry!" Kael ordered. "Leo, I need a perimeter. Use the Core resonance you picked up. Don't let those drones get a clear thermal lock!" Leo moved forward, his silver-and-black eyes shining with renewed intensity. He no longer had the obsidian Heart, but his body had acted as a capacitor. He slammed his palms into the glacier. The ice groaned as massive shards rose up like jagged teeth, forming a crescent-shaped barrier around the trembling survivors.

Jaden shouted, holding up a tortilla stuffed with purple cabbage. "It’s very fierce," Rose laughed. Leo sat down across from her, looking slightly winded but genuinely happy. "He’s fast. Where does he get that energy?" "He gets the speed from me," Rose said, her expression softening. "But the stubbornness? That’s all Robinson DNA." Leo’s smile faded slightly. "I hope that’s the only part of the Robinson legacy he keeps." Just as Rose was about to respond, Leo’s pocket vibrated. He frowned, pulling out his encrypted work phone. He usually ignored it on weekends, but this was a priority alert from his CTO, Marcus.

Anthony pointed a lighter at the tip of the cigar hanging between my lips. My head nodded, granting him permission. He lit my cigar. Pulled out a pack from his pocket, taking out a stick. He shoved the stick between his lips. He lit it up before putting off the light of the cigar lighter. Anthony took a drag and puffed out the smoke. “You look very worried, Alpha.” “Drop the formalities. We are on the rooftop,” I smoked my cigar, letting the fog draw a line in the blank air. “Leo,” he scoffed in disbelief, scratching his forehead. “Can’t recall the last time I called you this. I don’t like the sound of it in my ears anymore.”