Leto Arknights Novels & Stories

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

Then suddenly Leo’s face appeared on the big broadcast screen. Inside the command room across the ocean, several leaders leaned forward in surprise. Daniel whispered, “…you just joined a meeting with every world leader.” Leo looked a little unsure. “Hi.” Inside the vault Marcus burst out laughing. “Oh this is fantastic.” Armanov didn’t smile. “You are Leo Carter.” Leo nodded. “Yes.” Armanov’s voice remained calm but firm. “You have control of a system that threatens global stability.” Leo answered honestly. “Actually Ethan does.” Inside the penthouse Daniel nodded.

​The air in the Lunar Sanctum was growing thin, the oxygen-scrubbers whining as Vesper’s Origin-Armor began to bleed the room’s energy. Leo Vane stood paralyzed between the Lunar Anchor and the energy-wall that held his siblings captive. His iridescent amber arm was sparking, the frequency of the moon’s "Kill-Switch" already beginning to vibrate in his marrow.

8 ] ¤ Heart Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Throat Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Third Eye Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Crown Chakra - [ 0 ] ¤ Element Affinity - Earth [ 100 ] , Fire[ 62 ] , Water[ 50 ] ==Sentient Weapon== [Atlas] ==Soul Armas== (Weapon): [Flame Trident], [Mayhem Saber], [Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow], [Cursed Arrow] (Armour): [Slither-Hide] (Mount) : [Cursed Stallion] ==Soul Radix==

Alpha Lumaro, Luna Leslie, Grazziena, and Draeko who heard what Leelum had said, looked at each other and almost simultaneously smiled with happiness. ====================== THE END ============================

I needed to let my anger go and concentrate on the needs of my pack. "Give your orders to Draconian and he will run things down here for you. He said you can mind link your pack now." Bolton fell in step with me, ignoring the personal issues I was having with him. "I can, oddly now that I rejected them I'm somehow more connected." "You are the Leto's pack true Luna. Any that believe in you will be connected to you, rejection or not." He told me and I nodded my head. I guess it made sense.

Ren replied, not looking back. He walked with purpose, the heavy M-99 Archangel sniper rifle resting at the low ready. To his right, Leo (Tank) marched with earth-shaking, rhythmic thuds, the matte-black Juggernaut armor rendering him a walking monolith. He carried the heavy machine gun, its belt loaded with Kara's experimental blue-tipped EMP rounds.

"We will not be the pets of monsters!" They lunged toward the table, targeting the human leadership and the weakened heirs. Leo was the first to move, but he was no longer a mountain of charcoal grey muscle. He was a human boy, his skin pale and his muscles trembling as the Nullifier drained his marrow. Yet, as a purist swung a blade toward Elena Aris, Leo didn't hesitate. He threw his human body in front of her, his silver eyes flashing with a raw, primal defiance that bypassed his lost resonance.

Lua and Sol exchanged a glance as they waited for reinforcements. Leo and Darm scaled the wall on the right side, where the battlement wall thundered with chaos as a dozen archers lined the parapets, arrows streaking into the sky while alarms echoed across the fortress. Leo, armed with twin daggers, sprinted along the wall beneath a hail of arrows. He stayed low, using the crenelations for cover. Stone chips exploded around his as shafts struck the battlements. The archers attempted to track his movements, but he was already moving before they could settle their aim. Beside him, Darm raised a hand toward the sky, and a gust of wind erupted from the battlements, swirling through the line of a

Knowing nothing about dancing, I asked Helena to teach me all she knew until I eventually mastered every step. Everyone formed a circle around the hall, leaving the center open, as they awaited the announcer’s call for the first dance. Before us, he closed his eyes and lowered his hand into the first box brought to him. He pulled out a little parchment. “Prince Deucalion of Belmont,” he called out, “will have the first dance with,” The group of princesses behind me made a squeal as the young man sauntered out of the crowd into the clearing in the middle of the hall.