Novel & Cerita Leon In Resident Evil 6

Leon and Remi exchanged glances; they spoke with the language of their eyes. After a while, Remi nodded his head and walked away from Leon calmly. Meanwhile, Leon immediately transformed back into his human form. He walked forward calmly until he could finally see several bodies lying on the floor. "Venus," Leon said with wide eyes. Then, using his power, he reached near Venus's body in two seconds. He immediately squatted down and placed Venus's head on his lap. After that, she extended her hand to grasp Venus's wrist. "He's still alive," Leon murmured.

At the very last moment, he launched a countermove in an attempt to cancel out Leon's strike. "Baam!" Leon's Earthly Plunder and the Sixth Guardian clashed. Under normal circumstances, Leon's Earthly Plunder would have never hurt the Six Guardian, but since the Sixth Guardian was in too much of a rush to counter and only managed to input less than one-third of his power, he had no chance of fending off the attack.

All the results that came out didn’t help him in any way. Lee was so annoying. His mum might be oblivious with things that were happening, but he wasn’t her. He could see the crowd that Lee associated with and he knew that Lee knew everything that happened. He had a knack for getting information. He looked at the card and taking a closer look, raising it high so the moon could lighten it, he could see numbers reflecting on the card. He rolled his eyes that he didn’t think of it first. Now Lee would be breathing down his neck and asking questions.

Lea sputtered. "We're at your house, Lea." I am exhausted, but I still need to open their front door and I just need the fucking key! I was having a hard time figuring out how to get in when I heard footsteps near the door, coming in our way. I thought my heart would come out from my chest when the door opened, revealing Leon who just resurrected from the dead. His eyes are cold as ice already as if he knew I was going to be here. His intimidating look sent shivers down my spine and his hair was disheveled from sleep. He is only wearing a fitted black sando and a white shorts, defining his broad shoulders and chest muscles.

Leon Vareth, the Alpha of the Targarion Pack, stared at me coldly, cruelly, and with a murderous intent, without hesitation, and without mercy. "L-Leeeoonnnn ...." "This is your end, Rhea. Just die." Suddenly, Leon's body jerked violently. He released his grip. He clutched his chest and moved off of my body. I don't know exactly what happened to him next, I just coughed and inhaled the oxygen that had stopped coming in. I immediately got up panting while leaning against the large rock behind me. At least I wasn't dead. But, what happened to Leon? Why did he look so hurt now?

Leon. He was holding a knife, the edge pressed firmly against the soft pulse point of Alaric’s throat. Leon looked up as we entered, and for a terrifying second, his face was blank. Then, a slow, twisted grin spread across his features, one that didn't reach his cold, calculating eyes. "You're back early, Rhea," Leon said, his voice as smooth and effortless as if we were just meeting for tea. "I was hoping to have this settled before you walked in, but I suppose the timing is poetic in its own way."

The crown prince had the power to go wherever he wished. “Are those werewolves,” I questioned Valerian, gawking at some wolves whose furs had stripes of white and red. The big one sat on the grass, and the smaller ones were playing with her tail. His face turned serious for a moment but went relaxed when he looked out to see them. “No, Those are actual wolves. Nothing special to worry about,” he chuckled, pulling his head back into the carriage. “How can you tell the difference?” I asked again, trying to hide my confusion.

Killian roared, his hands gripping the edge of the holographic table tight enough to crack the obsidian. For three agonizing seconds, there was nothing but static. In my medical mind, I visualized the millions of volts of pure Elder resonance tearing through my son's vascular system. But Leo was not human. He was the apex of our genetic evolution. "I have it!" Leo’s voice suddenly blasted through the speakers, strained and heavy, but undeniably alive. "The charge is caught! Unbound, drop the hammer!"

Defensive. “He’s fine,” Hope murmurs to him. “Keith’s not here to measure dominance or whatever. You’re safe.” He glances at her. Trust floods his expression so fast it almost hurts to watch. That spark in his eyes—bright, eager, unguarded—returns instantly. “I was just showing Jeris the new rotation block they taught me,” Leon says, bouncing a little on his heels. “And I actually landed a takedown on Eli yesterday. He said I was too fast for a guy my size.”

The hand clicked into place. Midnight. The screen showed a perfect, steady rhythm. Leon stood tall, his cheeks flushed, a triumphant smile on his face. A roar of jubilation erupted from the crowd. Even Liana began to cry with relief, moving forward from her place of honor to embrace her son. She took one step onto the central stones. Leon’s smile froze. His eyes went wide, then blank. Without a sound, he crumpled. His body hit the ground with a sickening, final thud.