Leon Resident Evil Novels & Stories

The sunlight warming the hard edges of his face blurs my vision, creating a mirage of long curling horns extending from his temples as I watch him watching me. He leans in closer and I gasp as his eyes flash bright green in the fading light. This has happened a few times before, and at first, I thought it was a trick of the light, but it has happened too frequently for me to not be certain now--there is something not quite right about Leon. Something dangerous. My dreams have been more frequent. Visions of a dragon lover flying overhead, his green scales flashing like gemstones in the sun. Green like the color of Leon's eyes that glow with the same inner fire.

I may have fallen into Erik’s trap, but I knew I would find a way out of it and these mates of mine were going to be a part of it. “Let me go check what’s taking them so long,” Leon said as he got up from bed. His jet-black hair was ruffled and messy, yet he looked flawless. There wasn’t even a single scar on his body, but I guess that’s just his Lycan traits at work. “Try not to kill them, okay? I’m actually not that hungry, so they can take their time,” I said, and he chuckled. “What makes you think that I’d kill anyone?” he asked, looking at me in amusement.

“You mean kill them?” “Yes.” Lucien's expression hardened. “And now it's active.” Eva nodded. “Which means whoever activated it doesn't care who survives.” Celeste looked at Lily. Lily's face had gone pale. “Would it kill her?” Eva didn't answer. She didn't need to. Celeste turned away. “No.” Her voice was quiet. “No one is touching her.” Lucien moved beside her. “Then we find Eve-03.” Jonathan approached. “There is one problem.”

Lucien’s eyes snapped open. They were two black pits of dilated glass, reflecting nothing but the dim city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He didn't see Evelyn Rose Sterling, the scientist or the wife. He saw a shape. A heat source. A way to quiet the chemical fire screaming through his veins. ‘Stay,’ he rasped. It wasn't a request; it was a guttural command, the voice of a man drowning. He lunged, his movements jerky and uncoordinated but backed by a terrifying, drug-induced strength. He rolled, pinning her beneath the heavy weight of his chest. The heat coming off him was staggering, a literal furnace of skin and sweat.

Leon chuckled softly at the girl's answer, but a second later his expression turned flat. "I smell an annoying familiar scent..." Leon muttered after Felen's departure. He ignored the admiring and longing gazes of the demon nobles who tried to approach him with hesitant steps. Choosing to immediately leave the place using teleportation, and looking for the source of the scent that slightly disturbed his sense of smell. ***

[Dwolo Eyes - 2019, 01 April] Suspicious of an amateur journalist. Had followed some humans who he thought were vampires and wolf-shifters. One or two are actually them. Many take photos with very clear and good results. One photo shows a vampire on the edge of the forest, sucking the blood of a pig. It is too much evidence. Forced to erase some of his memory using Emergency-Hipno, and cover up the anomaly with a car accident. In the case of the shifters, it has been reported to the relevant people. Check, peruse, and double check. Everything has settled. [Tael Eyes - 2019, 01 August]

She had met him at Casius’ place. “Uh… What happened to Leron?” Keiko staggered back fearfully, her voice trembling. If not for the ointment on her face, Keiko’s discolored complexion would be noticeable. She knew what Leron was made of. He was once legendary. Yet now, Keiko could not believe that Leron was unconscious on the stretcher. “Mr. Lee incapacitated Leron,” the leader of the Viper’s Den explained. The leader nodded at Kaze. “Hello, Mr. Lee.”

Leon replied quickly. His eyes began to focus on the room around him. He saw his tense guards standing by, observing. Beside his bed, he noticed the doctor and medical team working diligently to ensure he was all right. "Levin, can you identify the attacker?" Leon asked, his voice filled with determination as he gazed sharply at the head guard. Levin, the head guard, nodded thoughtfully. "The first suspect, Code ML, is a contract killer from China. He's highly skilled in martial arts and has a long history of covert operations."

Luna Eleanor was collapsing onto the Persian rug, clutching her throat as dark, crimson blood burst from her mouth. “Luna!” I shrieked, sprinting across the room and dropping to my knees. I pulled her trembling body into my lap. “June! Go get help! Now!” The maid stood frozen for a split second before screaming hysterically and fleeing out the door. Tears blinded my vision as Luna Eleanor convulsed in my arms. She coughed up another dark surge of blood, her chest heaving violently before suddenly coming to a dead halt. Her body went limp in my grip, a faint, lingering smile frozen on her pale face.

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.