Resident Evil: Death Island Leon Novels & Stories

Sharp. Sudden. Burning. He choked, falling to one knee. His fingers dug into the floor. He smelled wolfsbane immediately. His vision swam. Slowly… painfully… he turned his head— Leon stood behind him. Holding a blade coated in poison. His eyes were cold. Empty. Wrong. --- Leon leaned close, voice soft and cruel: “Jason… you were part of the ritua all along Jason .” A pause. A cold smile. “And your death will be the last ingredient.”

Gito was surely experiencing heaven with Sonya. The image kept filling his head—Sonya moaning, her body moving, but not under him. Under his father. "Damn it," Leon hissed, ruffling his hair in frustration. He tried to distract himself by turning on the PlayStation. Racing games, shooting games, anything. But his hands weren't focused. His characters kept dying, his cars kept crashing. His mind kept wandering downstairs. 'What are they doing now? They must have started... Damn it!' Leon turned off the game in annoyance. He stood up, pacing around the room. Then his eyes fell on the keys to his Lexus SUV hanging on the wall. He grabbed them quickly.

He hadn’t known she was her. The dead Luna of Evergreen Pack. The woman whose child had died in his invasion. The woman who had the most specific and personal reason in the seven packs to want Leon’s destruction. That was new information. And it had landed. It had landed in a way that nothing landed on Leon. I let the silence run for ten seconds. Twenty. Then I said, quietly, “Leon.” He looked at me. His face had reassembled itself — almost. The armor was back, mostly. But the almost was doing a great deal of work and I could see the effort of it in the set of his jaw, in the particular controlled quality of his breathing.

You brought me specifically to see how you tortured Madeleine, didn't you? "Me? Killed Madeleine? Leon's tone was questioning, but he seemed to be trying to recall something when he saw Madeleine lying dead on the ground. But presently Leon said indifferently. "She deserved to die!" "Leon, have you forgotten what you did yourself?" I wiped the stain from the corner of my mouth with my hand, and fixed my eyes on him. "It seems that you really don't remember what you did! Leon, listen. Your body is being controlled by the Dark Spirit Emissary, and we must find a way to get rid of him!"

As she question, a weary feeling filled her heart as though she had dipped herself in a mud. “Last night I found their bodies— their dead bodies buried in the mountain,” Leon responded. His gloved hands settled over the other on his knees. “I have an excellent memory and I’m sure I didn’t mistook their faces. Also one more human who had excused herself to visit her ill mother.” “Emilia?” Belle who had been frowning then pushed herself from the bed, readying herself to stand up when Leon took her by her wrist. “Where are you going?” His red eyes intently watch her movement.

and the one whose gaze now chilled me to my core. "Ailith?" Lena's voice, barely a whisper, made me flinch. My childhood friend emerged from the shadows, her eyes wide with concern. The intricate pack-bond tattoos on her arms pulsed with a faint blue light, reflecting her unease. "What's happening? Why did Kael summon the Bloodmoon Council?"

Selene is the Night Ripper. Even after everything else I had just learned, I don't know why that piece of information is still the most surprising to me and it just wouldn’t stop looping in my head. I kept turning it over in my mind, trying to make it make sense but it felt like my brain couldn’t digest it properly, like a piece of meat too tough to chew. The brutal, merciless creature that tore through some pack members like they were made out of paper… was Selene? She was the one we were hunting. She was the reason our pack members had died.

The council members had only stepped away after being summoned by the King. "Your majesty, I know you are grieving the loss of your heirs. However, I would like to know your orders…We have a murderer in our midst, and after the coroner examined Elder Consalvo's body, may he rest in peace with the Divine Moon Goddess. He believes Elder Consalvo struggled at some point with Elder Raul Zev." At the Duke's words, the room went into an uproar... "Never," Viscount Everald Ferguson shouted, half rising off his chair, it scraped against the hard concrete flooring. He is a Vampyre.

Seated on the sofa sipping wine, with his phone placed upon his hands, Ismael heard a rush in drive, Leonel highlighting from his vehicle matched in briskly. “You returned early” Ismael said to Leonel, who walked past him uttering no single word, while walking upstairs towards the first corridor. “He snubbed you didn't he?“ Logan said, emerging from behind. Ismael looked his way, chuckling he walked away right towards his room. Leonel emerged back from where he had entered, visibly Annoyed, Ismael tried holding unto him “Don't lay your hands on me” Leonel demanded, walking back down out the house, walking behind him were few of his men, bearing with them a dead mans body.

Leon cut her off quickly. But Giselle just laughed. “What? Afraid you’ll fall in love?” Leon walked slowly toward the wardrobe, opening a small drawer. His hand took something—a black nylon rope commonly used for martial arts training. Giselle watched with furrowed brows. “What’s that for?” Without saying much, Leon turned, approaching Giselle. “Hey, hey, don’t do anything,” Giselle said, taking a step back. Leon merely smiled thinly—a smile more unsettling than a death glare. In an instant, he looped the rope around Giselle’s neck—not tightly, but enough to freeze her in place.