Albert Wesker Vs Leon Novels & Stories

“Deal.” I heaved a sigh of relief when she accepted. Healing for werewolves was only a matter of seconds unless it was a grave injury like gunshot by the silver bullet. Anything silver was very dangerous to werewolf and it might even kill instantly. But normal gunshots and wounds, it will heal in a matter of seconds. … Andy’s POV… I could not hide my excitement just at the thought that I was about to meet our mate for the first time. Lucien is too mean and he has been denying me that right for a long time.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Leon was strong… stronger than any alpha I had seen. He moved like a storm — fast, dangerous, unstoppable. But the wolves were not weak either. They attacked together. They bit his legs. They clawed at his sides. But he still didn’t stop. Not once. He fought like he was protecting something more precious than his own life. He fought like he was protecting—Me. One by one, the wolves fell. Their bodies hit the ground with heavy thuds until finally— Only Leon was left standing. His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths.

"My father, Alpha George of Wetland, was a cruel master of viciousness. He was an immoral dictator. He accepts one sacrifice and rejects another. And why? I offered him the fruits of the bounties he made me. But it was not good enough for him. He demanded it his way or by no means. He wanted a blood sacrifice, he wanted the vampire, and he wanted all their accomplices dead as well, and so here I am." "You can't defeat the vampire, Andrew Lawvosky is an ancient one, and the..." "I don't care, old man! I can kill him, and I will enjoy every minute of it." A hefty, arrogant smile cracked Leon's face. "You can't…" "Who says I can? With dark magic with me, anything is possible. Do you believe me

"I have her," Leon says. The words are a physical blow. They hit me harder than the airbag, harder than the asphalt. I stare at him. The man who taught me to shoot. The man who stood back-to-back with Drakon in the bar fight. The man who just saved my life on the highway. He’s not a Wolf. He’s a suit. He’s one of them. "You bastard," I whisper. I back away, my boots scraping against the wet pavement of the alley. I look for a weapon. A brick. A bottle. Anything.

I responded, as my head riled up with even more questions, yet I couldn't dare ask for an answer, as I knew when to shut the hell up to survive. “Your mission is to be a perfect replica of a Darkwood Alpha, as you dig through to find out about this mysterious new heir of the crescent wolves,” he grinned, “Now do remember two things kiddo, first off, no one, absolutely no one must discover you are not the real Leon, if they do, then that sweet mother of yours head goes off,” he paused, letting the threat sink in deep in my soul. The car stopped, the tension still dropped dead frozen in the car.

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

It’s good that I won’t have to think about food for months. I stood in the queue and waited for my turn. But as soon as I approached, my eyes met the colder eyes of Alpha King Brutus. He was not alone, but Evelyn was there with him. “Look, who came to the charity house? A begger Luna Cassandra? or shall I call you Killer Luna Cassandra. You deserves this.” Evelyn laughed as Brutus smirked at his words. “Don’t worry baby. She deserves even more. But I am happy that I finally got you. A right person beside me..” Brutus grabbed her shoulder and pulled her closer. The sight of them together felt like a sharp stab in my heart.

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

Leon only wanted to kill. I pulled until the leg came off, and he whimpered. He could not run; he could not move. At that point, the battle was at a standstill. The wolves knew their alpha had fallen, but his death would finalize it. While he whimpered, Leon went for his neck and bit down hard, Crushing everything our teeth came in contact with until his head came off his body. We howled at the moon, thanking the goddess for victory, but Leon wanted more, so he charged at the wolves trying to run.