Mars In Leo Novels & Stories

My steps were slow, yes, but they were intentional, each one a deliberate conversation with the earth we had healed. Leo was standing on the balcony, his back to me. He was wearing a simple tunic of woven seagrass, his white hair caught in a short queue at the nape of his neck. He looked less like the warrior who had liberated me and more like a part of the landscape—a weathered cliff face that had seen a thousand tides and remained unbowed. "They’ve reached the asteroid belt," he said, not needing to turn around to know I was there. I joined him at the railing, squinting at the sky. Of course, I couldn't see the ships with the naked eye, but the knowledge of them felt like a physical presen

“He is not a good teacher. I cannot learn a single thing from someone who scares me every time I make a mistake. So… please? Teach me?” “I’m afraid I must refuse–” “I will pay you. I’m not asking this for free—” “Luna!” Mariella and Luna both looked at the entrance door when a baritone voice echoed inside the shop. It’s Leo! “I told you…” Leo’s rising voice suddenly lowers when he notices Mariella’s presence. He clears his throat and steals glances at Mariella before directly looking at Luna who cannot restrain her laughter. Luna knows. “I told you to go straight home. It’s too dangerous for you to wander around.”

I felt myself and the wolf calming down and relaxing in his embrace. He spun around, releasing a cold aura which didn't go unnoticed by everyone in the room. "I, Leonard Korun Luna of Blackwood Pack, accept your challenge," Leo growls in a dominating voice with his fist clenched while staring at Mason straight in the eyes with confidence and determination. I gasped and stumbled into my chair. Everyone stared at Leo, trying to figure out whether we heard his words correctly. Our surroundings became so silent to the extent that I could hear the sound of my own breath.

It wasn't a pulse of danger; it felt like a warm, familiar hand pressing gently against his heart. "Luna!" Leo called out, sprinting out onto the grand balcony. Luna was already there, her staff glowing vibrantly without her even channeling her magic. She was staring up at Mount Celestia, her eyes wide with awe and unshed tears. "Leo... look at the sky."

The North Wing suite, so coldly impressive under the artificial lights of the previous night, looked like a sanctuary in the soft morning sun. The shield of the dome was currently closed, letting in only a gentle, diffused light that made the white linens and clean surfaces glow. Leo was not just awake; he was thriving. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by his old, familiar books and a selection of the new ones Marcus had provided, massive, glossy tomes on constellations and astrophysics. His cheeks had a healthy, light flush, and his eyes were glued to a detailed star map taped to the wall.

Where there was only sunshine and moonflowers a second ago, there is now the spicey, unmistakable aroma of a fertile omega – one that is absolutely irresistible to my wolf. The room seems suddenly blurry around the edges as I zero in on Jane, understanding clicking even as my instincts take over. “You’re going into heat.”

Her lips curved into a small smile, her body leaning into Kevin, the heat of the fire mingling with the chill of the night, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. Mara stood to Samantha’s right, her cropped black hair dusted with frost, strands catching the moonlight, her brown eyes bright with fire even in the cold, her fur-lined dark green cloak embroidered with silver threads, her flame pendant hanging around her neck, the wooden bead cord on her wrist gleaming in the moonlight, her skin pale from the chill, the moonlight dancing on her face, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Ember, her wolf, stood beside her, her russet fur fluffed against the cold, her

He stoked the fire and took the gram crackers, chocolate, and marshmallows from a bag in the cooler. The two laughed, roasted marshmallows, and ate. They stared into the fire and looked at the stars. The moon was bright and the stars glimmered. “I’m getting cold,” Luna said, wearing nothing but Leo’s oversized sweatshirt. “Let’s go back in,” Leo said. Impulsively, he picked her up. She was lighter than he expected. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. “My knight in shining armor.” “Your doofus in a dirty shirt and tennis shoes.”

But no one dared question him. Eric's expression did not soften. “The full moon is a time for strength and we do not stop because of her absence.” he continued. “Leo—come forward.” At his words, Leo rose to his feet. He moved with ease, his broad shoulders squared as he stepped onto the field. The moonlight caught the edge of his jawline but his face showed no emotion. He knew this was not just a show of strength—it was a reminder to everyone of who would soon become the Alpha.

The Mother of Tides was gone. And Leo was suspended in the air, his body wrapped in a flickering, ghostly shroud of celestial flame.