Leah X Novels & Stories

When she finished, she wiped her chin with her hand and licked her fingers before standing up. Ricard smiled at her. “I am Ricard,” he said. “And this is Stefan.” “I am Leah,” she replied. She focused her gaze upon Ricard. “You are quite powerful,” she said. “It’s not often I encounter a vampire whose power is greater than mine.” No vampire could stand close to Ricard and not sense his immense power. In all our years, we had yet to encounter one that was his match. Leah turned to me. “You are strong in your own right, Stefan,” she said. “I think one day your power may eclipse mine as well.” She grinned. “But that day is not here yet.”

This time, however, I could think of a few reasons why she would act the way she did. I knew she was stuck up on two things; Cassandra and my past. For whatever reason, Leah was obsessed with my past. Particularly my past with Cassandra, and that wasn't something I was willing to talk about. But would I spill the beans if that's what it came down to? If that was the only way to get her to come to me, would I tell her everything?

“Trust me, Xander. I know what I’m doing. If he hurts me, Carmen already promised to let her wolf take care of him.” Xander chuckles softly. “Of course, Leah. I do have a right to warn him in my way.” He pats her shoulder, then looks back at me. “Leah means a lot to all of us, as you can see. Hurt her in any way, and you’ll have the full wrath of the Royal Pack against you.” As Xander leaves, Leah simply shakes her head and starts organizing the herbs and plants she’s collected. She works so quickly and easily, like she was born to be a healer. Since her wolf is a dream walker, it only makes sense.

She was right to be wary of Xavier, but defending Hector—especially now, when I could barely sort through the whirlwind of emotions going through me because of him—was unacceptable. I started. ‘He doesn’t have a—‘ Lea cut me off with a sharp, mocking laugh. ‘He doesn’t have a what, Layla?’ she repeated. I struggled to swallow down a knot that’d formed in my throat at the derision that coated her tone as she continued. ‘Were you going to say that our mate does not have a right to protect us as he deems fit? Because he does, and I’m sorry to inform you that how he chooses to go about it may not always fall in line with your… sanitised values.’

LEAH The letter slipped from my hand again, landing silently on the floor like it had given up on me too. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Everything I thought I knew about Dante, about myself, about this world I had been thrown into was crumbling around me like a sandcastle caught in a rising tide. The words from the parchment still echoed in my head, burning themselves into my mind. “Leah Waters… key to breaking the lycan curse…”

She needed to make Damon think she was too eager to remove Amoux from her life. “D-Damon, you are right. I can't believe that I didn't believe you!” Leah finally acted. Her eyes were moist, and she pushed Damon away from her. “I want to be alone, Damon. I don't have anything anymore. I'm the useless Omega again.” Her voice cracked.

“To our dear Willy of course-” “You wish!” Leah spat out. “Take another step and I'll make sure you regret it!” “By faking to be fragile and pitiful to earn Liam's sympathy?” Haley smiled. “What else can you do aside from that?” “So what?” Leah crossed her arms. “Don't underestimate what I can do. Not only Liam, I can turn the whole world against you if I wish! And you'll have no escape!” “Kindly take my advice and leave…” She added. “You’re a barren woman, yet you cling onto Liam for his wealth.”

he says, taking the pain of the mating bond rejection rather well. Leah sees no other way out. She's angry, more than she had ever been, but she sees there is no other way around this as the dreams of becoming his Luna fade away. She closes his eyes, holding her chest as her cheeks are stained with her tears. “I, Leah Harrison, former Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, accept your rejection and forfeit the position as the Luna of The Blood Moon Pack of the North,” she says, shutting her eyes tighter, crying uncontrollably and fisting her hand over her chest.

“Stay there. Lock every damn door and window. Don’t go anywhere.” “Jaden, you’re scaring me,” she snapped. “Tell me what’s happening.” “I saw Leah,” I said, voice sharp, urgent. “She was driving around with some kind of chemical—looked like acid, Luna. She’s planning something, and I don’t know what, but it’s bad. Really bad.” A beat of silence. Then, a dangerous edge slipped into her voice. “Good. Let her come. I’m done hiding.” My jaw clenched. “Luna, listen to me. She’s unstable. I don’t care how strong you are—you don’t fight someone like Leah alone.”

But if I refused, and she was killed, I'd never forgive myself. "I don't know." The admission came out as a whisper. "Gods help me, Cain. I don't know." “Leah isn’t weak but remember … she isn’t alone. She has someone next to her who is far more powerful than any pack of lycans. We know it … and they don’t. Keanu is our Ace.”