Leonidas Bakugan Novels & Stories

The guards closed in. Lara’s power surged in response. Her eyes flashed brilliant silver, and she grabbed the first guard, hurling him aside with terrifying strength. But I saw the terrible cost immediately—blood trickled from her nose, and her left arm trembled violently. The silver in her aura flickered under the strain.

An hour later, the village children came running back into the square, all talking over each other at once. “The King climbed the hill with us!” “He carried Lily on his back after she tripped!” “He let Auren show him the stream and skipped stones!” “He smiled—a real one!” “No, he laughed again!” “He even held Ben’s turtle and looked at it really carefully!” Old Benson nearly dropped his walking stick in shock. “The Alpha Warlord held a turtle? You’re pulling my leg.” “So it seems,” I said, smiling. I glanced toward Kaelor. He was watching the road with the quietest, softest smile I had ever seen on his face.

“He’s not like that. You’ll see. Come on—I was just going to check on him anyway.” We cut across the open yard toward the warrior barracks. Shouts and grunts echo from the sparring ring nearby. Warriors move through drills with a sharp, rhythmic precision, dust rising under their boots. Hope leads me around the fence, toward the group. “That’s him,” she says, pointing. Leon stands in a loose stance, watching two older warriors exchange blows. He’s huge for his age—maybe fourteen, but already broader than most of the adult trainees. His dark hair falls in uneven layers around sharp, watchful eyes. There’s something… intense about him.

Freya sneered. With a smirk on her lips, her hands thundered together twice. And from the dark corner of the hall emerged three tall figures in black suits. The last of them pulled something behind. Something that came to light with passing seconds. And in a short second, a figure of what was being pulled was in the open. I gasped. My hands flew to my mouth as my eyes widened. “Alpha…Leonardo,” my lips trembled. Shaking my head, this didn’t feel right. What have they done to him? Why did he look lifeless? And how did Vogar get a hold of the beast?

His fur was a deep rust color, almost black in places, and his eyes—cold, ancient, soulless—locked onto Thorne. And the warriors behind me instinctively backed away. “He’s the Rogue Alpha,” one of them whispered. “No,” Thorne said, voice hardening, “he’s a challenge.” And without hesitation, he dismounted and stepped forward, shedding his cloak with slow precision. He didn’t even look back as he muttered one command. “Nobody interferes.” The rogue didn’t wait. With a snarl that shook the ground, he shifted mid-leap—his bones cracking as the transformation consumed him.

He called upon the bravest warriors in the village and led them into battle against the rogues. Killian fought fiercely, but his strength alone was not enough. He soon found himself outnumbered and overpowered. In the midst of battle, he made a desperate plea to the gods for help. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck the ground and a mysterious figure appeared. It was the goddess Freya, and she had heard Killian’s plea. She granted him the power to defeat the rogues. With her help, Killian was able to triumph over his enemies and save Riana.

Alpha Drake said with a look of pride. Beta Hogan's throat dried up immediately. Sassy? "I'm sorry, Sassy?" He asked. "Yeah, Sassy Rivers. My mate and the Luna of Red Moon pack." Alpha Drake announced proudly and Beta Hogan's jaw dropped....

I’m bored, and I need something to do. Walking to the door, Yori looks at me. “I want a laptop, please, Yori.” “Erm, you’re not meant to have access to one. You shouldn’t see about the Luna Battle Elara.” “I don’t care about that. I want to look up my parents and find out more about my family, my pack, and everything else. I know nothing, and I’m fed up with it. How can I agree to be called Xenia when I have no idea about her?”

he asked. "I will naturally not interfere if it has nothing to do with me, my Lord, but you see, milady here is the Luna of our pack. So can you tell me in what way that it didn't concern me?" Mr. Bollard said politely, but from his stance, it was clear that he wasn't ready to back down. Damian's face twitched. "Your Luna? Impossible." "Are you calling me a liar, my Lord?" Bollards expression changed immediately. Damian didn't dare to continue; he signaled to his men.

"Mother, calm down. There was no war, it was just that I had a fight with a few wolves in the forest. Soon this wound will also disappear by itself." Aron tried to calm the woman who was none other than his mother named Yura. The woman's gaze then turned to Jessy, she looked at the girl with an unpredictable gaze, not only that, Yura also smelled a strange scent. She realized that the person who was now with his son was not an ordinary human. He looked at Jessy from top to toe. "Come on, Jessy, sit here. You don't have to be afraid anymore because we're safe, and this is my mother."