Leo Stories Novels & Stories

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

"But what is my role to all of this?" As if not hearing Luna, Princess Lamea continued. "Before King Lucio died, a dream came to him. He dreamt of a human child, with eyes the color of murky mud, with hair as black as night. Seven beautiful thrones sit around the child, but she stood defiant and tall. A mark on her wrist tells she's one of our kind, a princess. At her side is a beast, its eyes glowing in slit and on her hand rest a sword." Luna had goosebumps after hearing the story. Getting her arms around her, she rubbed the chill she felt from her arms. She does not want to ask the question that is nagging her. But Princess Lamea is determined to tell her anyway.

Jeremiah’s words triggered an even bigger commotion. He was intimidating for slaughtering Gabriel and scaring Cronus to skip town. Hence, his words carried greater weight than Miru’s. “Don’t be fooled by Miru, Uncle Jeremiah.” Leo said menacingly, “My father is Bando Lionel. You and my father helped establish Lefteria Gang with my godfather. I can say that all of you raised me. “But this woman…” He pointed at Miru and said, “She’s only been with the group for a few years, and we don’t know much about her history.

Word from his men working within the League households was that they were finally ready to fight back. No doubt Ashton Lennox was leading the charge. He was the only member of the group who ever had any ability to play the game like Hugo did, but it did not matter. The baron was far too late, and even this turn of events had been expected. Necessary, in fact. There would be no stopping the firestorm from raining down upon the League of Rogues and everyone they loved. ***

It didn’t seem remotely connected to anything in her life or even within the bounds of her knowledge. This time, the story had proceeded even further than before. On Alcatraz, Leah and her friends had been attacked by a giant lava dragon from the other world—a balrog, Kai had called it. Leesa recognized the word from The Lord of The Rings books. At the last moment, Leah’s power had finally appeared—she had absorbed the dragon’s fire and turned it back upon the beast, slaying it. The monster’s belly had been filled with eggs, which the soldiers had destroyed. Had the eggs been allowed to hatch, lava dragons would have overrun Earth.

Leo spoke from the foot of the dais. He didn't wait for my instruction. He drew the silver-alloy blade, the metal singing as it caught the amber light of the hall. He was eleven years old, his frame lean and dangerous, a predator forged in the silence of a stone Queen. His golden eyes flared, the sovereign static dancing across his knuckles. "Stay here, Mommy," Leo murmured, his voice dropping into that subsonic thunder. "I'll see if the ghost has a throat to cut."

"You made it to the top. Are you the king of the castle?" "Yes! And I have a sword, and I protect you from the bad monsters!" Leo declared proudly, puffing his little chest out. He ran down the plastic slide, landing on his feet with a soft, clumsy plop on the rubberized woodchips. He didn't waste a second before throwing himself straight into Elara’s arms, wrapping his small, cold hands around her neck.

Leo warns his brother after dinner. “I just don’t want to forget them,” Lean forms his hands into fists, trying to vocalize the words in his head. Leo taps Lean’s shoulder twice before resting his hand on him. He releases a heavy sigh after realizing the fact that Luna's not the only one he should be concerned about. Lean needs attention and support to cope with their loss.

Leo was only four years old, but Nilson was sure he understood the story. Then again, Leo could communicate logically with adults and fluently speak and write in Frence. If he pretended not to understand, Nilson would never believe it. Thus, Leo gave Celeste another questioning look. Only after Celeste nodded slightly did he ask, "Was Oloso with the lady in her final days?" "Yes," Nilson confirmed. Hence, Leo squatted down, cupping Oloso's face, and stared into its eyes.

Now he doubts what happened in this game is because of a bug. Leon hesitantly wielded his sword, but he wasn't sure this many cobras would be able to be eradicated with a sword. Nor was Hercules a god who was good at playing music if there was a flute here. Leon thought for a moment. But wait, he is now Hercules, for the sake of the strongest god on earth. He's no longer the handsome Adonis.