Leo The Lion Fairy Tail Novels & Stories

"Would you be as obedient as Avery, or do you still need me breaking you further?" I shook my head sideways in reply, my lips trembling even harder. "Good," Leo said, then reached out and took off the tape. The moment it left my mouth, I opened my mouth and produced a deafening scream. "MUM!" "Fücking hell!" Leo groaned, clasping his hand around my mouth, and with his left hand, he taped my mouth again. "stupid bìtch." My chest was heaving fast, my eyes glaring at him hard, refusing to back down or be as obedient as Avery.

They were all smiling, and she could sense the excitement in the air. When the groups were announced, Elara found herself paired with Leo, a boy from the Bloodmoon Pack who had caught her attention during the opening ceremony. She had noticed how he seemed a bit shy but had a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “Hi, I’m Elara!” she introduced herself, extending her hand. “I’m excited to work with you!” “Me too,” Leo replied, shaking her hand, his smile hesitant but genuine. She felt a wave of warmth in his grip, and she knew they were going to make a great team.

With a simple pull, it ties around her curvy waist without a struggle. “Splendid!” Leo sits up on the snow like the puppy he is, his hands on his own ankles as he enjoys the magical show, “You got it!” “WE got it!” Lilith throws herself at him, and only at catching her does Leo realize that Lycoris is still pressed to the front. “Did you miss me, little pup?” Lycoris puts her arm around Leo’s neck, her nose almost pressed on his cheek. Leo blushes instantly. When Lilith hugs him, it’s gentle and polite, like family. But Lycoris’s hug is more like a friend who knows all your most awkward moments, and she always makes Leo blush.

Lambana - a race of small winged creatures also called Ada or Engkantada and in English it is called Pixie, Small Fairy or Tooth Fairy. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ The day ended without her father knowing she had left her room. She has returned to her hiding place, the moments she had enjoyed earlier are now gone.

“You know this isn’t what I meant.” Leo came and snatched her from my arms. “My little favorite cartoon character.” She laughed before hugging him back. “You love Ariel, not Princess Tiana?!” she teased him, making me chuckle again. Leo put her at arm’s length and glared at her jokingly. “See what have you done? I became a traitor to my own race because of you and those beautiful azure eyes.” She stuck her tongue out at him before coming back to hug me. “I did nothing dude, and for your information, Jason loves Ariel too, so it is for the best.”

His claws leaving a deep scratch across his shoulder blade. I looked at him sadly. My eyes welling with tears as I replied. “You are not my Alpha, Drake. I am a Luna Queen.” My message was simple. I out ranked him. His will had no effect on me. I chose to respect him as an Alpha, but I did not need to fulfil his command.

Thorne promised, leaping down and reaching out his hands to lower Leo to the grass. "Is this the boy? Is this Leo?" Lady Evelisse Caldermere called out, her sharp voice echoing across the courtyard as she hurried down the stone steps. Leo gave a small, respectful bow as Thorne took his hand, pulling him forward to face the old Luna. "Yes, Mother. This is Leo Ashwynd. Leo, this is the Matriarch." "The Moon Mother has been kind to my son," Lady Evelisse breathed, stepping forward and pulling Leo into a fiercely tight embrace that smelled of old woodsmoke.

I turned towards where she was pointing and found Leo holding a big paper bag with a stuffed toy of the cartoon character that Lylia loves. I looked at him, but once again, he wasn’t looking at me. His face broke into a smile as he kneeled down for the second time, placing the big paper bag in front of him. “I heard that a lot of pretty girls your age love this character. I am just not sure if you already have it or not.” How the hell does he know what my child loves? And how the hell did he know that my child is a girl? I am already getting an uncomfortable feeling about all of this, and I can’t give Leo the chance to recognize who Lylia really was.

She remembered Lucian standing there in their first life, looking awkward and out of place at her birthday party, holding a gift he was too shy to give her. "Mama?" Eleanor blinked, snapping back to the present. Leo had abandoned the butterfly and was standing in front of her, his small brow furrowed in thought. "What is it, my love?" Eleanor asked, reaching out to tuck a stray curl behind his ear—a curl that was stubbornly straight and dark, just like his biological father’s. Leo climbed up onto the bench beside her, swinging his legs. He looked down at his hands. "The man from yesterday," Leo said quietly. "The one with the flowers."

I moved. I stepped behind the stranger, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as my body sought shelter where my mind hadn’t yet caught up. My brother’s hostility burned too close too familiar. The stranger didn’t push me away. “Ryder,” he said calmly, without looking at Nicholas. “Loworth Ryder of New Orleans.” The name rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “Are you a warrior?” I whispered, my voice barely holding. “You’ll find out soon,” he replied coolly. Then quieter meant only for me, “Prey eye.”