Leo Blood Blockade Battlefront Novels & Stories

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.

He barked like a bulldog and fired twice. Time seemed to freeze, it was as if the whole world stopped and stared for a while. “No!!!” Jack and Dante’s cries filled the air, but it was—it was Leo who appeared from nowhere, throwing himself in front of Nora and taking the bullets meant for her. Leo lay in Nora’s arms, blood bubbling from his lips as he whispered, “For you, there is nothing I wouldn’t do.” The words rolled off his tongue like a delicate lick on an ice cream cone. Leo’s head snapped to his right, blood gushing out of his chest and staining his clothes.

No patrol could pass. We were behind their lines. Leo checked his scanners again, a grin of relief and respect on his face. “They have no idea we are here,” Leo reported. “Their sensors cannot see through the reefs and the rock formations. They are still searching the routes ahead. They think we are still trying to break through their blockade.” He looked at Theron. “We are invisible again. And we are miles ahead of them.” Theron finally relaxed his grip on the wheel. He looked out over the calm water stretching toward the north.

said Leo in a cool manner as he presses his right foot deeper to this man's chest not giving him time to breathe. Mike felt speechless and amazed even he is supposed to be thankful to Leo. "R-right, let's go." Mike finishes gathering his thoughts and goes to the frontline along with Leo. The situation at the front is rock solid as the people are not stopping even they are facing guards who are twice as their height. Leo's group is the one who takes most of the guards as they are advancing at a fast pace. Even without Daniel who is their eyes and their back, they are still fighting smoothly and flawlessly that everyone nearby is amazed.

"I have a plan" ______________________________________ The battle raging outside was terrible. Thousands of black wolves smashed their bodies against the barrier, trying to break it down. Leo had returned, bloody and battered with just two of the lycans that followed him. The remaining three were dead, killed by the dark creatures. They all stood behind the barrier with Kendrick, in preparation to fight once the barrier broke down. Kendrick glared at Andromeda and she smiled triumphantly in return. She stood at the rear, with the large black wolf beside her and watched with satisfaction as the barrier crumbled like glass.

Her heartfelt plea hung in the air, a fragile prayer, a desperate hope that Bloom would awaken from her slumber and escape the clutches of a Luna who seemed determined to wield her newfound power with unyielding cruelty. The battlefield was a chaotic symphony of clashing swords and cries of warriors, the air thick with tension and the acrid scent of blood. Liam, the Alpha, stood at the forefront, his eyes ablaze with determination as he led his pack into the heart of the battle. The rival pack had launched a fierce assault on their territory, and Liam was determined to protect his land and his people.

I run through the burn and through the heat even as my vision dots and my body begs to me stop, I run. The battlefield is a hellscape of carnage, bodies and wolves tangled in vicious combat. Blood sprays, staining the ground, thick in the air. I dodge and weave through the chaos, stunned that no one has intercepted me yet. My grip tightens on my blade as I carve through an enemy, pushing deeper into the fray. Then, I see him. Leo.

Leo’s POV The air crackled with energy as I stepped onto the battlefield, the scent of war thick on the wind—blood, sweat, steel. The moon hung low, bloated and red like it was thirsty for carnage. Good. It would feast tonight. My boots crushed charred earth as I led my warriors across the eastern border of the palace, where Malrik’s pathetic rebellion had gathered like a swarm of diseased rats. I could hear their howls echoing in the distance, could hear the roar of their chants—wild, desperate, undisciplined. Fools.

was filming. "He's broadcasting this," I realized. "He wants the world to see the Sun Bringer attack innocent people." Leo opened the door. "Stay here," Leo said. "Leo, they have rocks. They have guns," I warned. "I know." Leo stepped out of the jeep. He walked toward the bridge. The crowd went silent. Then, a man in the front row threw a brick. It hit Leo in the chest. Thud. Leo didn't flinch. He didn't use a shield. He let it hit him. "Monster!" a woman screamed. "Go back to hell!" "Freak!" More rocks flew. A bottle shattered at his feet. Leo kept walking until he was ten feet from the barricade of cars. He raised his hands. The crowd flinched, expecting fire. Expecting death. Leo didn't

But Yoon-min was safe, leaning heavily against Soo-ah’s shoulder. Lev’s eyes burned with cold fury. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot.” As the city’s lights shimmered off the black waters of the Bosphorus, the team knew they had won a small victory — but the real battle with Lazarus was still ahead.