Leon Kennedy Infinite Darkness Novels & Stories

Kennedy sets his son down and tugs off his overcoat, "With some clothes on, young lad. You have plenty of time ahead of you to show off to all the ladies." Eamonn grins widely as he shrugs on his father's coat. They all continue out of the room as he rambles on, "She's short and has white hair" I bend down to Iphigenia and the room disappears. We are back in the darkness, but a young, black stallion stands beside us. It stomps its hoof and upsets the black water under our feet. "Hekate," I murmur, "Leon-Orion-is Kennedy's brother-"

Something was wrong. I tried to speak, to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t cooperate. The darkness began to pull me under, and I lost control, my head falling against the window as my body went limp. The last thing I heard was Kennedy’s voice, soft and calm, but there was something in it now, something colder, that sent a chill through my bones. And then, everything went black.

“You didn’t come here just to congratulate us.” He chuckled softly. “No. I came because something darker is moving beyond our borders. The same darkness that once whispered to Drake.” Her breath caught. “Demons?.” He inclined his head slightly. “You’ve heard the rumors then.” Jake swore under his breath. “You’re saying Drake made a pact?” “I’m saying,” Kieran said, his tone grave now, “that the last messenger my men found wasn’t entirely… human. Its eyes were black as pitch, its tongue forked. Whatever sent it wants your downfall, Lucas—and it’s using Drake as a vessel.”

“He was in the pack house while you were upstairs in your room. Addison and I watched him carefully, and the funny thing is there was a moment when he looked up as if he sensed something. I was ready to blink to you and get you out of there if I had to, but Xander distracted him with his jokes without realizing he was helping. I couldn't move you because it would have dropped Addison's spell briefly as I teleported you away. It would have been enough for him to know you existed and your location. He would have never stopped looking for you.” “M-Maybe it would have changed once he found me. I-I was his mate! M-maybe I-I could have changed him,” I said through tears. I didn't push his hand awa

Whichever way you look at it, whether you live or eventually die things will always come to an end. Summer ~”AARON …AARON ARE YOU OKAY? ...BABY WAKE UP…AARON.” I am surrounded by complete and utter darkness. If there is light at the top of this bottomless pit then I sure ain't seeing it. I am completely and utterly alone, I cannot hear voices or see the shadows of any faces, I cannot even hear myself breathe. I believe that is it for me then, I must be dead and I am falling down this hole deeper and deeper with every passing second.

I should have thrown it somewhere. The letter wrote something about my parents. It was a trap indeed. I look for a way to escape but there is nothing. I am already feeling week. Metal doors are infront of me but I know that I will not be able to open them. I am not a superhero who can break metal doors. The window present in room is too small and high. I am feeling scared and lonely. This darkness is creeping me out. Help me God. I don’t want to die. Suddenly door burst open and my eyes close on its own because of too much light.

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

It was the address for tonight's party with a winky face. After typing out an ‘I'll be there’ I looked up and locked eyes with the man leaning on the wall. He was dressed in nothing but black boxer briefs, his chin was filled with hair that looked like it hadn't been cut in ages and compared to the last time I saw him his stomach was beginning to look more convex. His blonde hair was stringy and looked like it housed a rat. “What ya making, Lexa?” He raised his hand and took a long gulp from the bottle he was holding and I winced at the nickname that had symbolized happier times.

He knows that he had a very sad dream but he can’t remember any details in it. -- “Why do you look like you’re dying in there?” Damien asked Linus. The latter is visibly ill, his complexion is pale and his lips are chapped. “Joaqin… he’s the reincarnation of Sunny.” Linus answered. He already mentioned his past to Damien back when he’s still adjusting to his new life. Damien’s eyebrow arched, “you mean your old lover? They already exiled us, what more do they want…” he spited. He looked at Linus who’s obviously devastated.

"There are many runes, Willow. It's intricately designed on his back. It must have been very painful when doing that. I have never seen the likes of it. Frankly, I have to study more to understand. But I'm afraid this is out of my knowledge" "What do you mean out of your knowledge?" Willow voiced loudly. "This is too big for me. It looks like dark art" Willow sucked her breath. "Dark art?" "Yes. And you know I'm not versed in that" "There must be something," Willow groaned, her frustration mounting. She could feel her temper rising due to the helplessness she is feeling. Reagan's voice came from far away. "Give me that" "Not now Reagan. I'm irritated as it is"