Luis X Leon Novels & Stories

"I do love music. I haven't really thought about which one I like the most because all the music I listen to is exceptional." "That's why it's called your favourite. There's one that you feel speaks to your soul." "Do you have one?" "Yes, it's called 'Only You' by Justus Barber." As thunder rumbled in the distance and lightning streaked across the sky, Aria squealed behind Xavier's back. He looked up at the darkening sky, a hint of worry in his eyes. Rain was something he didn't particularly welcome; it brought back memories he would rather forget. "Why are you happy about the rain?" he asked.

Leo is not a push over. "No"

The scent of fear mingled sharply with the sudden, overwhelming smell of aggression. Damon moved like lightning, already shedding his formal tunic, revealing the dark warrior leathers beneath. His eyes scanned the room, sharp and assessing, briefly snagging on mine across the mayhem. Then all hell broke loose.

the man muttered, thoughtful. “I am Leonhard, alpha of the Lunar Eclipse pack—or what remains of it. This woman in my arms is my incredible Luna, Victoria. We have been imprisoned separately for the last thirteen years by Fiona and her witches. We are your parents, our dear Liira,” Leonhard said, never taking his eyes off me. How do I know this is true? How can I believe something so unbelievable? I was confused, overwhelmed. I had no idea what to do next. I looked at Jackson, hoping he had answers—but he was just as perplexed as I was.

Such a cold and cruel individual, living right up to all the rumors I’d heard my whole life. “Yes, well, either way we are here,” I asserted. “Have you met Elder Alistair?” Leopold asked, gesturing towards the robed man as he stepped forward. “He is the connection between ourselves and the moon.” “Nice to meet you,” I said, holding my hand out to shake his. But instead of following my lead, Alistair just bowed his head. “Nice to make your acquaintance.” “You as well,” I said. “Shall we go inside then?” Emma, Raven’s mother suggested. “Little bit of a chill today.”

“And who are you? This is the first time we have seen you here! Hah, do not tell me a mere lower elder is lecturing us right now?” “Pardon me, your graces, and I am Santiago Polares.” Polares… people started whispering to themselves when they heard his name. A Polares! Some even shouted. They smiled to themselves and then looked at him. “I apologize for not recognizing you soon, Don Santiago Polares,” the man that was rude to him earlier suddenly bowed down. “It’s just that it had been a long since we last seen a hybrid like you are,” “A hybrid, huh? So that is still a thing of discrimination in this country? No wonder you people are always behind in everything. You compare and compare and c

He just chuckled; a fact that brought me even closer to Louis. "Oh, do you know Bruno Mars, John Mayer, and Beyonce? I produced several of their records, girl.” "Hmm, okay?” I said still not understanding before turning to Louis for answers. "I asked him for a favor, babe,” my husband explained excitedly. “But August said he needed to hear you live first.” “First for what?” I insisted, though I think I knew where he was headed with all of this. "Oh, to make you my next star, of course,” said the fake CeeLo. “I have heard your voice thanks to Louis, but I need to live it live to achieve that connection, do you understand?”

It was evident that no one held much regard for Preston’s ugly-looking wife. So, his name was Leon. Luna repressed her excitement as she subtly observed him. He was indeed a striking and talented individual. His high-bridged nose and eyes, filled with an intense undercurrent, gave him a captivating aura. His expression was stoic and resolute, reminiscent of a lone wolf concealed in the shadows, distant and inaccessible. Luna couldn’t help but sigh. Among the three grandsons of Claudia, Leon was merely engaged, yet it was the second grandson, Preston, who was married first.

Easier said than done, Caroline, I reply mentally, trying to focus back on the letters, but the weight of my Lycan's presence is enough to make me feel a little steadier, like a calm grounding force. Luis, who’s been leaning casually against a nearby shelf like he’s waiting for me to throw a tantrum, raises an eyebrow. His shirt is rolled up to his elbows, and his sleeves hang loose around his forearms. He looks like someone who could build a house with his bare hands and then sit down to read poetry afterward. Too... effortlessly perfect.

she asked with Leon gently wiping away her tears. "You've been crying a lot, haven't you? I didn't mean to make you suffer like this, but for this week I can't work anything out with Levi upset in the head like this, I miss you so much, your smell, your body." he murmured squeezing her in his arms, his nose sunk into her hair getting drunk on her rose perfume, he didn't know how he was managing to live without it, Luz was his deepest obsession. "Then don't stay away from me..." Whispered Luz pulling his face against hers kissing him amidst the desperation of so much longing, Leon couldn't even have control over anything, it was as if his brain was becoming anesthetized.