Leon In Resident Evil 6 Novels & Stories

Rico nodded and left to give instructions to the garage staff. Leonel walked to the safe in the corner of the room. With quick fingers, he entered the combination, opened the steel door, and took out a small pistol, slipping it into the leather holster under his jacket. His eyes were cold—ready for the hunt. Moments later, Rico returned. “The car is ready, Sir.” Leonel stepped out of his office, the sound of his shoes echoing down the long mansion hallway. At the front door, he paused briefly, looking up at the clouded night sky.

"Now, you should rest. Okay?" "Okay, Grandma." Meanwhile, in the Rocky Kingdom, Leon, who had learned that the antidote had reached Arren's hands, began to plan his escape scheme. "This is easier than I thought...." he whispered as he returned to his bed. First, Leon would play along with Lesel until his escape plan was ready. He didn't want to die foolishly and miss the chance to reunite with his beloved who awaited him in Rossie. "You were waiting for me, huh?" Lesel closed the door from inside, feeling pleased that Leon was still on the bed, half-naked. "So sweet," she praised, eager to play with her new husband's desires.

Rhye, Leao, and Joseph were dangerous—that much was true—but despite their reputation, they operated with as much integrity as possible, only engaging in the dirty work necessary to keep this city, and the beings in it, safe. Rhye passed the brick to Leon, who dipped his pinkie into the white powder and dabbed it on his tongue, releasing a low, throaty moan. “Goodness, this is lethal to humans,” Leon added. The slightest feminine gasp floated on the sea breeze, hardly perceptible to anyone not actively listening for it, and Rhye felt Livia’s retreat. Why was she buying this thing? What for?

The old Leonel had never shown interest in anything like this. This second personality truly was completely different. She had only asked casually to keep conversation going. But unexpectedly, Leonel slowly turned and looked down at her. That gaze alone made her scalp go numb. Like prey being watched by a predator. Every instinct inside her screamed to run. Yet her body refused to move. Then suddenly— Leonel raised the air rifle and pointed it directly at her. “Do you know what I enjoy most?” he asked lazily. “I like blood. And more than that…”

Adam’s POV “You’re dead, motherfucker.” I growled as all three of us circled, the snake darting its tongue out to taste the air. “I think not.” Leon hissed in anger. “I have the blood of a God in me; one bread for the very reassson of conssssuming the moon. You; you are just a puny wolf. You and thissss wolf here will die and I will finish what my ancestorsss ssstarted.” With that his head started for me at lighting speed as I reached up my arm to intentionally take the bite. I wanted him there. As long as he was focused on me, Axel would be open to attack.

Selene is the Night Ripper. Even after everything else I had just learned, I don't know why that piece of information is still the most surprising to me and it just wouldn’t stop looping in my head. I kept turning it over in my mind, trying to make it make sense but it felt like my brain couldn’t digest it properly, like a piece of meat too tough to chew. The brutal, merciless creature that tore through some pack members like they were made out of paper… was Selene? She was the one we were hunting. She was the reason our pack members had died.

I dashed out through the window, shifting mid-air, fur sprouting, body changing. The surface of the next building to mine was what I grabbed to hold my stand. Then I landed, pulling myself up with my strength. I sprinted across buildings, leaping across rooftops with speed. Terrifying. The sniper was nowhere to be found, but I tracked him down with his scent. The smell of burnt gunpowder. Wolfsbane and hollow moon pack. Then I found him, retreating and trying to run. Masked. In a tactical gear. Runes glowing along his spine.

Leon shouts. “Breaking it!” I fire back. The creature’s other hand moves— aiming for my throat— but again— I don’t react the way it expects. I lean into it. Closing space. Forcing contact. Messy. Unpredictable. Human. It hesitates again. Longer this time. And that’s when Leon moves. Fast. Precise. He slams into it from the side— driving it back— hard. “Now!” he snaps. I don’t think.

Her long dark hair fell freely down her back in soft waves, decorated with silver vines and white flowers. When Aurora looked at herself in the mirror, she barely recognized the woman staring back at her. Tonight, she would become Damien Blackwood's Luna. A knock suddenly echoed through the room before the door slowly opened. Damien entered. The moment his golden eyes landed on Aurora, he became completely still. For several seconds, he said nothing. He simply stared at her as though the entire world had disappeared. Damien wore traditional Alpha ceremonial clothing entirely in black, embroidered with dark silver markings representing the Blackwood bloodline. His powerful figure and cold bea

Alpha Lucifer ordered her in a stern voice, but he was afraid. “O come on, Lucifer. What’s the use of my years of training if I can’t even kill five warriors?” Luna Hailley replied annoyingly, sounding frustrated and angry, but everyone could feel her smugness. This was his mate, who was fighting ruthlessly, completely covered in blood, crushing the enemies under his feet as if they were just twigs and dry leaves. Yet he was worried to hell when the danger approached to her. “You don’t worry, Dad. Robin and Wilbert are already there.” Adolphus assured him, teasing his father a bit while killing two vampires at the same time.