Leo Cruz Novels & Stories

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

Lapuz can’t, for the life of her, figure out why Kayzel has lady bumps on her breastplate. With Kayzel being princess and knight rolled into one, Ecto’s own full plate armor with cape feels a bit redundant. But Mrs. Lapuz doesn’t mind because, like he promised, Ecto does all the lifting (“buhat”) – as in ALL of it. Ecto slays and destroys every enemy and hostile structure they face along the way, using a sword that’s nearly as big as him but he wields like a baton. It resembles a giant butcher knife. Kayzel a.k.a. Mrs. Lapuz just follows Ecto around from a safe distance so he totally looks like her bodyguard. Her bushwhacking, literally chivalric bodyguard.

Kaylee went down the stairs and all heads turned to look in her direction. She wore a grey colored crop top and jeans trousers under before topping it with a long blue jacket to match the trouser. Under it all, she wore her best sneakers and pinned all her hair from her back to the side of her face. Her face glowed, one could almost agree that she had no makeup on but actually, Kaylee had used a little makeup on her face. Just a little though. She carried her cross purse and pulled it over her body from her left shoulder to underneath her right arm; the strap went along

"Yeah. That one." Cruz took the margarita from my hand and set it on a nearby table. Then he stood behind me and placed his hands on my waist, swaying his body to the music, too. Then he leaned down and kissed the tender skin of my neck just under my ear. "That's River's. He likes motorcycles." Then he turned his attention back to my neck again. "What about the Red Moon?" "The Blood Moon?" he corrected, kissing my neck again. "Uh huh." I was suddenly having a hard time remembering what I was talking about.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

There was a hiss at my feet and that's when I saw the viper coiled there, ready to strike. Alina grimaced, bending down and grabbing the viper by the head. The moment she did so, the viper stopped hissing, went limp, and turned into the staff that Lucifer always carried around. She turned to me, "You should be fine, his venom only affects light angels and since you're a hybrid you should be able to fight it."