Albert Wesker Vs Leon Novels & Stories

Leon was too focused on getting an answer from him that he didn't see two men leave the group or warrior standing together. Reinhardt looked at him. "You can do whatever you want to do with me but trust me, you aren't going to get what you are looking for. Get that?!" With one last punch from Leon, Reinhardt fell to the ground, unconscious. As he stared down at Reinhardt's body, he heard a voice behind him. "What have you done to my Beta, you demon!" Leon turned to see Lucien standing at the other side, right before his warriors. He scoffed and kicked his side. "He's going to be fine in no time."

Leon shouts. “Breaking it!” I fire back. The creature’s other hand moves— aiming for my throat— but again— I don’t react the way it expects. I lean into it. Closing space. Forcing contact. Messy. Unpredictable. Human. It hesitates again. Longer this time. And that’s when Leon moves. Fast. Precise. He slams into it from the side— driving it back— hard. “Now!” he snaps. I don’t think.

He was not done with the man yet. The look in Leon's eyes were different. Unlike Gallas, Leon had a calm and dangerous look in his eyes. He was the type who does not get easily affected by emotions. One glance and Alex found him much more dangerous than his huge haughty fellow friend. Leon attacked. As expected, he was fast and precise. Alex could tell that this half-blood is definitely a class above the big lug he had fought with earlier. It was clear that his moves were well thought out and were executed with intelligence. They clashed fiercely for a long time. Dancing away from each other's jabs and thrusts in a seemingly endless exchange.

If he could not defeat Leon soon, he would be at a disadvantage instead. Lo and behold, about a minute later, Bryson began to show hints of weakening while Leon’s gaze sparkled with glee. “Hah, you’re a warlord, but nothing great about it, huh? You aren’t good in terms of endurance!” Leon countered Bryson into moving back, infuriating the latter. Bryson had the mind to impress Kayson but was both frustrated and anxious when he was unable to defeat Leon. There was a flash of resentment in Leon’s eyes. He actually took Bryson’s attack head-on—causing several of his rib bones to break. Bryson was shocked and had to stumble back when Leon struck a palm attack the next second.

“This way the notice will be out sooner. See you all in the base.” He disappears. “Man, he is too fast. I didn’t even have a chance to say thank you.” I almost drop my jaw. “It is only natural for his species.” Leon holds me tightly on his back, rapidly following Ceasar’s path. “I’d be surprised if I could still see him now.” Speaking of which, Leon or Ceasar never revealed their identity as human. They keep using species to identify themselves.

His eyes were already glowing gold. Leon only smirked. “You’re weak, Jason,” he said, his voice calm—too calm. “The wolfsbane coursing through you makes this easy.” Jason swung at him, but Leon dodged and drove his elbow hard into Jason’s ribs. Jason gasped, doubling over for a split second, yet he still fought. He always fought. He seized Leon’s arm and forced him back several steps. For one heartbeat, I thought Jason might actually overpower him. But Leon was faster. Much faster.

In one final shot using all his remaining strength after defeating twenty vampire prisoners who sided with Schneider, Theodore managed to knock the body of his opponent, a man with the pliable build of the Schneider werewolf clan, crashing into the wall behind his opponent. His hands moved his vampire aura, choking the man's neck to death.

Capri questions Leo’s every thoughts. He would cry as she’d reject his advances on moving past his mistakes. He was not shut out entirely, but for him he was not getting enough of her time and attention. She would not sleep with him, but there were other ways to satisfy his desires. They would face time and she’d show her perky breasts as he stroked his shaft. He would send videos of him in the shower jerking off and climaxing all over the tub and that would drive Capri wild wishing it was her. She could not help but wonder if the feeling was the same of his hands all over her body, grabbing her throat from behind and spanking her ass.

“So, you’re Tyr Summers.” Leon’s pupils abruptly dilated. Flames of fury instantly seared through his chest. “Uncle Gooden, please take action. Kill him! Avenge my sister!” Now that his enemy had appeared, Leon could no longer be patient. With the bayonet still in his hand, Gooden had long since fixed his attention on Tyr. In fact, there was now a trace of confusion in his heart. Because no matter how he looked at it, with Tyr’s age and physical frame, he didn’t seem like an expert who could take Uncle Felix out.

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.