Leviathan New World Novels & Stories

“Yes, my Luna.” She looked at the flag on the tower visible through the window. Her flag. She’d built everything in this room from nothing. From an Omega maid’s position and a seduction and a button pressed behind a statue. She’d built sixty-three warriors and outer settlement loyalty and a functional governing structure and a pack that ran. She was not going to lose it. Not to Isabella. Not to anyone. But for the first time since she’d pressed that button behind the statue and whispered welcome to Evergreen, Leon —

AUTHOR'S POV Heavy June rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the underground bar, drowning out the low thumping bass. Yvonne crossed her arms over her expensive trench coat, shivering as the damp, stifling humidity clung to her skin. The subterranean tavern smelled of wet dog, stale beer, and raw ozone from the thunderstorm raging across the city. Sitting across the sticky wooden booth, a man with a jagged scar down his neck lazily counted the stacks of crisp hundred-dollar bills. Securing her position as Luna meant cutting out Chandler’s obsession at the root, and this human mercenary was the only blade sharp enough to do it.

he rasped․ “And I threw it away․” I left the words between us․ Then I spoke the only judgment that mattered․ “You are no longer Alpha of the Crimson Moon Clan․” The inhalation swept through the pack․ Lucien bowed his head lower․ "Exile?" "No," I said․ "You stay․ You watch․ You live with what you broke․ Every day․ Until the day you understand what mercy really costs․ I looked at the pack․ “This is no longer Crimson Moon,” I said․ “It is Moonhaven․ And it answers toone law now․”

“Luna Elena, I can’t accept that. It belongs to Ava.” Her voice trembled just enough to sound sincere. But I knew that tone. Elena smiled like a proud mother. “Don’t be silly, child. You deserve it more than someone who is only borrowing the title.” Rowan’s father nodded slowly. Clara’s mother wiped at her eyes like she was watching something beautiful. The ranked wolves murmured approval. I stared down at my plate. The meat looked like ash. I could barely breathe. Rowan cleared his throat. His voice was calm, almost gentle. “If Mother believes you should have it, Clara… then you should take it.”

His dark-gold pupils still churned with unquenched madness, locked onto her legs. Before Vivienne could speak— CRACKLE. The console screen flared to life. It auto-connected to a deep-core probe in the ruins of Eden. A cylindrical nutrient chamber made of colossal white bone appeared on screen. Inside, glowing green fluid swirled. A living heart floated within—perfect muscle structure, still beating. Thump. Thump. The rhythm transmitted through the speakers. It matched, with absolute precision, the missing segment deep inside Vivienne’s genetic code. [The Twin Tyrant Protocol has fully taken over the Leviathan.]

“Jason isn’t quick. He… takes his time when he's ready to eat his prey.” I swear, my entire skin formed goosebumps on its own. Just hearing it said like that made my stomach twist. Hours. Some poor girl trapped with him for hours.... not Vesper though." Before I could spiral too deep, Lucian was already dialing again. This time, it was his assistant. “Purchase Velvet Echo within thirty minutes,” he said, casually. “I don’t care what the price is. Just get it done.” Then he called the Journalists. The real ones. The passionate, die-for-the-truth types you couldn’t bribe with ten cats and a mansion in an Island. A few more minutes later, everything was in motion.

The entire city had descended into what felt like hell on earth. System: [World Self-Destruction Countdown: 9 hours, 58 minutes, 2 seconds.] [World collapse is accelerating! Spatial instability is increasing! The Host is advised to speed up the sacrifice process!] Dean gritted his teeth as unbearable pain spread through his body. The loss of his life force was accelerating rapidly. “Sophia, don’t be afraid. I’m here. Very soon, you’ll wake up again.” [Vitality sacrifice in progress! Host’s vitality lost: 80%! Pain level: Maximum!]

Damon the Prideful said those words in a matter-of-fact tone as if he was only telling that the weather was sunny in summer season. “No shit!” The tails of Levi the Envious straightened up like a cat struck in a headlight. His mouth was agape as his jaws went slack from the bomb dropped in front of them. “I… I have to go and talk to my father about this. Perhaps, he knows something that we don’t.” Levi waved his hand to open a hexagram, a portal straight to the Envious Territory of the Nether World. He could not believe such words from a measly prince was true because if it was then the small thread called peace connecting the three worlds would snap – ruining the balance of the three worlds

That was the whole reason he promised the Leviathan that he would allow him to get his revenge on the King of Kings. The Battle Warriors where created by his sister and were invincible to all supernatural creatures, but the Leviathan was created by the King of Kings himself and can only be killed in a few ways. One is by the King of Kings, the second way is with the bone of a righteous mortal dipped into the blood of a fallen angel and third is by the ruler of the underworld. It was said that when his father came down to earth to killed the female Leviathan, he had to use a sword to smash her skull. So the leviathan was the perfect weapon to handle the battle warriors.

Behind him, shadows moved with lethal precision. Adrian watched the screen carefully. “He’s not attacking the defenses.” Aurora’s voice was low. “No.” Her eyes followed his path. “He’s coming for me.” The storm roared louder. Three armies closing in. Three predators hunting the same prize. Aurora’s fingers moved across the Atlas console. “Deploy Leviathan.” The ground beneath the estate trembled. Across the courtyard, a massive steel platform began rising from the earth. Hydraulic pistons groaned as colossal armored plating unfolded like the wings of a mechanical titan.