Leo Stories Novels & Stories

"Leo, help me get him onto the medical cot." Leo, a young Beastkin with the protruding tusks of an Orc and the gentle heart of a scholar, stepped forward. His movements were fluid and powerful, effortlessly taking the brunt of the stranger's weight. Unlike the warriors of the Northern Citadel, Leo spent his free time sketching the ruins in a tattered notebook, but in moments of crisis, he was the squad’s unwavering muscle. "He is heavy," Leo noted, his voice a low rumble. "And his scent... it is dense, Rhea. Like a storm held behind a dam."

I carefully embellish the story, weaving intricate details that paint a vivid picture of the danger I faced and the heroism displayed by Loic. With every word spoken, Loic's role in the fabricated tale solidifies, and my parents' appreciation for him grows. They express their desire to repay his kindness, assuring him that he will always have a place in our family. Leo, on the other hand, maintains a cool reserve, her gaze fixed upon Loic with a mix of curiosity and suspicion. I catch her searching for cracks in the facade, attempting to decipher the truth behind our carefully constructed story. A silent battle of wits unfolds between us, concealed beneath false smiles and polite conversatio

No matter how hard the Fire God León de Fuego tried, he could not escape the grip of the Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos, only angrily saying: “Let go! Thunder God Rey de Los Lobos, now even you want to harm me?” “León de Fuego, Fire God, now, if I let go of you, I will harm you.”

But his movements are unaffected by the cold weather and there is a manic madness in the man which even overwhelms the bloody battle. Leo barely has any time to study his new opponent when another round of fresh attack begins. Taurus’ attacks are quick and speedy, attacking Leo with all his might. The silver sword cut Leo in several places, causing his skin to burn in several places but the cuts are not deep. No, Leo realizes. He is playing with his food before stabbing it. And he is right. Taurus’ attacks are merely teasing Leo. He grins at the knight, taunting him. “Leo Romana, right?” He sneers. “I know all about you! An Ezealyran who disappeared one day and is now the knight of the Slori

Leo asked from the backseat. He was five years old now, his voice full of the high, sweet energy of a normal boy. He didn't speak in harmonies anymore. He spoke of the lizards he saw on the stone walls and the gelato he’d been promised. The silver star on his forehead was gone, leaving only a faint, pale scar that looked like a kiss from the moon.

Leo shouted as he began to take on the werewolf soldiers who were still battling with us. "I love you, Kael. I will see you in the other world. You will always be my son," I replied as my eyes closed, and I gave up the ghost. LEO’S POV I witnessed my father drop dead, and I felt a new, stronger power surging through me. It was so fierce that it lifted me from the ground and carried me into the sky, my radiance nearly blinding the beast itself. Upon landing, I unleashed a torrent of fire, first colliding with the werewolf witch and utterly incinerating her to the point where no remains were left, not even her clothes. Then I turned my attention to the beast, preventing it from plunging the wo

Leo was a strange crossbreed between a lion and a tiger, standing on hind legs shaped like an animal's but with hooves instead of claws. "Did you rip your clothes?" I asked him, taking off my jacket. Leo nodded, and I asked Philippe if there were spare clothes in the car. "Here," Philippe said. Moments later, we were climbing down the stairs. It happened quickly; Leo flinched and then curled in on himself as his body began to contort back into a man. "Ah," he said as he stretched his arms and his back. He picked up the clothes and wore them quickly. "Where to?" Philippe asked as we all entered the van.

I ran toward him. "I’m a 'Legacy Asset,' Kaima," Leo said, puffing on the pipe. "I’ve been through a dozen 'Demos.' Every time the Aethel-Group tries to launch a new 'Reality,' they use me as the tutorial guide. I'm the one who explains the rules before the player starts the first level." He looked up at the countdown. **[04:12]**

We walked back to the cave. Leo was awake. He was sitting by the fire putting on his small boots. He looked up when we entered. He saw the snow in our hair and the flush on our cheeks. "Did you practice?" Leo asked. "Yes," Kael said. He picked Leo up and swung him onto his hip. "Mommy is learning to be a warrior." "Is she good?" Leo asked. Kael looked at me. His eyes were warm. "She is the best," Kael said. "She beat me."

"Civilizations died." Leo walked in. He was wearing the tactical armor Damian had specially commissioned for him. It was sleek, black, with a high collar to protect his neck. No symbols. No rank. He didn't take a gun. He didn't take a sword. He picked up a simple staff made of white ash wood. "Elena's wood," Leo said, running his hand over the grain. "It feels... empty. It will hold the charge." "Are you ready?" Damian asked, checking the straps on his own armor.