Blood Battle Blockade Leo Novels & Stories

But no one is listening enough to give me an answer, their gaze shifting to the ground beneath the execution circle. The symbols under my feet, believed to be sacred and unbreakable, are now cracking open like fragile glass. A faint spark of molten lightening starts at the edge of what should be my fingertips, traveling inward and turning into an uncontrolled wildfire in my blood. Above us, the moon trembles again, a shimmering reflection on the black velvet canvas of the night. A ripple moves through the sky causing a distortion in the crimson light, touched by an unseen hand. “END IT NOW!” The council leader shrieks, losing his composure completely. The executioner takes a swing at me, his

Dark, thick blood was already welling rapidly through his linen shirt, staining the white fabric into a widening, horrifying circle of deep crimson. “LEO!” Luna let out a shattered, guttural scream that tore through the vacuum of the room like a physical blade. She didn't look at Maeve; she didn't look at the rogue guards who were still scrambling for cover behind the western terrace arches. She crawled across the jagged stone shards on her hands and knees, completely ignoring the glass cutting into her skin, until she threw her frail, pregnant frame directly over Leo’s unmoving body.

You must let our Luna get help quickly. Leo’s elemental air lifts Darby’s limp body as I surrender her. Without a sound, Leo melts and they vanish. **

It was as if they were mired in a bog and not only their breathing was being smothered, but the movements of their limbs were also slowed down, like invisible strong chains were weighing them down and pulling them back. The next moment, a flash of something whisked out from the direction of the rubble and struck at one of them. The half-blood called Leon had speedy reflexes and managed to block the unexpected strike, but he was still flung back many strides away and crashed into the imperial army, killing on impact those who were hit head on.

Her knees buckled, and she felt dizzy, overwhelmed by the sudden surge. Kael’s hand shot out instinctively, gripping her shoulder with an iron strength that made her wince. “Step back!” he commanded, voice low but resonant, reverberating through the clearing. Rowan stepped closer, arms raised slightly, calm but firm. “Do not let them provoke you. Stand still. Control you’re…” He stopped, realizing that she couldn’t control the surge. Dante’s grin was gone, replaced by a rare seriousness. “Relaxing isn’t an option right now,” he said softly, his eyes locked on hers. “Feel it, accept it, but don’t fight it. Not yet.”

I’m very sure my heart just skipped a beat. “Shout one more bloody time, and you’ll fucking lose that tongue.”

“Good. But Vitale’s already screaming for retribution. Meeting tomorrow night. Neutral ground. You’ll be there.” Luca ended the call without replying. He didn’t need to. Orders were orders. He stepped out into the cold Brooklyn night, the river wind cutting through his coat. War was coming. He could feel it in his bones the way old soldiers feel rain. He just didn’t know yet that peace would cost more than blood. --- The next night, the back room of Club Onyx stank of cigars and barely contained rage.

My legs feel heavy, as if the black earth wants to claim them, pull me down into the same memory it holds of all the others. A wind comes up, shifting ash in slow, eddying spirals. I tighten my cloak around my shoulders and step forward, ignoring the rasp of armor at my joints. I’m not dressed for mourning, but for intimidation: a breastplate chased with gold, the sigil of my House stark on the tabard. Still, there is no one left here to fear me.

I can’t help but wonder if Raya is immune to all of our powers with compulsion or if it is just Adam. Luther walks out of her room and a drop of blood falls from his arm to the floor. Anger fills my body as I step out from the shadows and demand, “What did you do?” He scoffs in response, he even has the audacity to roll his eyes as he responds, “Relax, Blade, it didn’t work anyway. She didn’t drink my blood. Hence why it’s dripping on the floor.” I growl stepping in front of him to block his path. I glare down at him as I say, “Don’t tell me to relax. You know we cannot fuck with her.”

He was strong and able, and he could fight. "I will only be able to lend you strength, Adam." Desiree said to me, "The bloods are not connected to me. Let the moons lead this battle. They are connected to me, and I can lend them strength," she instructed, and as reluctant as I was, I had to agree with her and do as she had instructed. We got outside, where everyone was gathered. The war was at the border, and they had gotten to the moon territories. Everyone shifted, and Desiree came to my side and spoke.