Leandro El Guerrero Supremo Novels & Stories

More gunshots were heard, and the sound of both slashing and growls were heard, making my heart drop. “You called for help, Alpha?” Leonardo asked before catching sight of me. “And you have to tell me that this is some kind of joke.” “Believe me, even I wish that it is.” I said, and Alessandro shook his head. “I swear, you…” he didn’t complete his sentence as the two of us turned around at the sound of hunters approaching. Leonardo readied his stance, and I jumped on one of the men’s shoulders, shooting his head as I did. Both Alessandro and Leonardo looked at me before the beta smirked.

They never thought that they would be in for another surprise when the 8-star King of War, Skyler Celestino knelt before Fane, gave him a salute only given to the highest-ranking soldier in the army, and addressed him as the Supreme Warrior! “Is it truly him?” Quin was flabbergasted. He knew that Skyler had seen the Supreme Warrior before, seeing as he had told him the Supreme Warrior had saved his life before. It seemed as though Skyler still held onto his belief, not wanting to admit his mistake. ‘It’s over. At this rate, Master’s true identity will be exposed!’ Lana was petrified, too shocked at the sudden turnover of events. She had no idea what to do to dissolve this matter.

After only after being blasted away tens of meters did he finally break free from James’ powerful force. At that moment, his face was pale, and blood trickled from his lips. The spectators were shocked by the scene. Who was Leandro? Leandro was a powerful subordinate under the Son of Heaven, who had become a Herculean. He was considered one of the strongest among the people in Hazted City. Yet, he was spitting out blood after this simple confrontation. Everyone was flabbergasted. They were dumbfounded by the earthling’s strength. Even the Son of Heaven stood surprised.

But even that was also failing and her hands had begun to tremble. Leandro was fighting with the wolves at the frontline. His body had been marked with burns and bites. There was a deep cut on his side. His voice dry with shouting as he was encouraging the pack to fight on. One of the scouts, a young man, fell down beside him panting. “They are pushing us back!” his eyes wide with fear. “Then push harder!” Leandro barked, his voice sharp, urging his warriors forward just as he drove his sword through a shadow creature that looked like a wolf and it dissolved into mist.

Leandro The sugar refinery in Belle Glade was a jagged silhouette against the bruised Florida sky. The air here was heavy, rotting with the cloying scent of fermented cane and stagnant swamp water. This time, it looked real. I saw the flash of high-end tactical gear. I saw men positioned on the catwalks with rifles that weren't toys. "This is it," Matteo whispered, his voice tight as he checked his thermal scope from the cover of the SUV door. "I count ten signatures inside. One in the center, tied to a chair. It’s her, Don Leandro. It’s definitely her."

With that, he lunged forward, ready to strike. He was number eighty-three on the Chart of Fighters, a force more daunting than their average Grandmaster. In the blink of an eye, as he launched his attack, his figure turned hazy, his right hand seeming to grip an invisible force, creating a sharp, metallic screech as it sliced through the air. Quicker than a flash. In that split second, Leandro's right hand might as well have been forged of steel, his fingertips gleaming with a brilliant, metallic shine. With a speed that defied sight, he struck at Alexander's chest with a claw-like blow.

They had no time to doubt as the guy paid with his card to do the treatment right away. Later, Leandro found out he had saved the life of a young Captain in the US Army. Captain Andy Lockwood. He traced his savior after his recovery, and ever since then, Andy assisted Leandro in anything he would ask for help. There weren't much as Leandro did not want to abuse the Captain's kindness, who sailed in his Military career and now a respectable General. But today, Leandro is grateful he followed his instincts and saved that brave soul. Now he is not alone in his battle of a lifetime.

But Leandro did not pick it up. He just knelt there in the sand, with his golden eyes steady, and he looked at Ramiro with something that looked like pity. "I will not fight you," Leandro said finally. Ramiro's face twisted with rage, and he took a step forward, with his claws extended. "You will not fight me?" Ramiro shouted. "You will not fight me?" "No," Leandro said. "I am done fighting." "You are a coward!" Ramiro screamed. "You are a coward, and you are weak, and you do not deserve to be king!"

Not even Leandro, because I only considered him as a friend. Leandro James Evangelista was a twenty-five-year-old young businessman of this generation. At his age, he was undeniably a very successful one while managing his own business. Handsome. Hardworking. Wealthy. Those were the perfect words to describe him. You would never be ashamed to introduce Leandro to your family and friends. He was the type of guy who was unquestionably good-looking—someone who seemed to be the boy-next-door type and a matinée heartthrob. As in, I could say that Leandro was indeed a boyfriend material.

Leandro keep taking all the hits as he knows that he deserves it. And when Louie got tired, he just began to cry his anger while Leandro quietly comforted him. "...you monster, you sick emotionless traitor! You! Because of you, I'm going to die! The Prince will kill me! The Prince will get mad and kill me! I don't want to die like this, please!... Please don't do this to me!" In the end, he begged Leandro to stop his plan. As soon as he stop crying, Leandro left him with a few words. "The day after tomorrow. Prepare yourself, Louie." He stays firm on his decision, even if it means that he has to sacrifice his own brother just for the sake of power.