Leo Blood Blockade Battlefront Novels & Stories

"It’s going to be a meat grinder down there, Leo. They’ll be coming at you from all sides." Leo offered a confident, sharp grin. "Then they’ll just make it easier for me to hit them without looking. Don't worry, Dad. I’ll keep their main army busy." He turned to the heavy infantry behind him. "Alright, shields up! Follow me! Let’s show these fanatics how real warriors fight!" With a loud cheer, Leo and his division charged down the central eastern corridor.

Rafael Montenegro, Carlos Ribeiro, and Héctor Valverde had arrived with their armies. “BURN THEM TO THE GROUND!” Rafael roared as his men leaped from the vehicles, raining bullets onto Leonardo’s forces. Carlos raised his rifle, gunning down Leonardo’s arriving troops. Héctor led his men through the back alleys, ambushing Leonardo’s forces from an unexpected angle. Leonardo’s army was crumbling. Caught off guard by the overwhelming assault, they lost men by the second. Antonio watched the chaos unfold with satisfaction. Brooklyn had become a warzone. Leonardo’s Rage At the Nuovo Ordine headquarters, Leonardo listened to the frantic radio calls from his remaining men. A voice crackled through

SALOME The sound of glass shattering against the wall made me jump, but I kept my eyes glued to the floor. It was a heavy glass whiskey bottle. Luna Mariam had aimed straight for Alpha Williams's head, but luckily for him, he was able to dodge it. The bottle missed him by two inches and scattered all over the hardwood floor, sending sharp, glittering shards everywhere. Still, Alpha Williams Sphere said nothing. He just stood there, wiping a stray drop of liquor from his cheek, his face completely blank.

They were blind and cut off. Leo stood in the doorway, bleeding, massive, and silhouetted against the smoggy sky. He looked like a demon of the Undercity. "Drop the rifles," Leo commanded, his voice rumbling through the cramped metal interior. "Drop the armor. Step out. Or I let the guy with the blowtorch have his turn." For a long, agonizing second, the Blackwatch squad leader hesitated, his finger tight on the trigger of his rifle. He looked at the giant blocking the exit, and then at the hundreds of screaming, armed Ironheads surrounding the vehicle.

For the first time in years, Leo allowed himself to imagine a future without a battlefield. The End

They were getting ready to board us, to bring the fight onto our ship. “Here they come!” Flint shouted, his voice carrying over the din. “Prepare for boarders!” Leo drew his sword, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Stay behind me,” he said, his eyes never leaving the approaching ships. I nodded, gripping the hilt of my own weapon with hands that trembled more than I’d like to admit. I wasn’t a warrior—I wasn’t made for this kind of fight. But I would stand by Leo’s side, no matter what.

I shrieked, reaching out with my left hand to claw at his jacket, but my fingers only caught empty, freezing air. He snapped. Blinded by the sight of his sister being tormented on her knees, Leo charged forward, his scuffed boots tearing across the stone debris with a terrifying, wild momentum. He didn't look at the tactical mapping software; he didn't calculate the physical trajectories of the incoming fire. He simply threw himself directly into the line of fire, his lean frame acting as a chaotic, physical obstruction to disrupt the guards’ sightlines. “Fire! Eliminate the asset!” the lead rogue guard screamed, his automatic rifle instantly pivoting toward Leo’s advancing chest.

To Antonio he growls, “Let this end now, Antonio. Let our daughter go.” “No way!” “Antonio, please,” Leila begs as she gets off the floor, Kelvin beside her. “She's only a child.” Antonio looks around him wildly, like a cornered snake. “Enough!” he roars, spittle flying from the corners of his twisted lips. “ Leo!” He motions at the towering warrior at the plaza’s edge, flanked by his men. “Take Tatum down. Now!” Leo, steps forward, his armor glinting, his expression unreadable. The crowd holds its breath, expecting bloodshed. But Leo’s gaze locks on Antonio, and he steps closer it becomes the face of a defiant adversary.

"Who's next?" Two more rogues charged at her, but she caught them both, one in each massive hand, and flung them away like they were frisbees. They sailed through the air, crashing into tents and supplies, scattering Korran's camp into disarray. "Hell yeah!" Leo shouted from across the battlefield, his own eyes glowing as he shifted into warrior mode. His movements became faster, more precise, every strike calculated for maximum damage. He spun and caught a rogue with a backhand that sent the man spinning to the ground. "That's what I'm talking about!"

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.