Resident Evil: Death Island Leon Novels & Stories

Shaking his head, Lyceon tilted his head and pulled his bottom lip behind his teeth and it broke into a grin which screamed death. “You really tried to do a pup thing and you failed. Now now, let me do YOUR thing, deadmeat.” Lyceon rasped and the next thing happened his claws extended and He penetrated sharply and violently onto his victim's chest, Piercing through his flesh all the way into his heart and plucking the damn dead thing out of his system before tossing his mute and useless body away. Lyceon hummed looking at the blood dripping heart and turned to see the other mate while grinning and crushing it in his palm. The blood gushed out of his flesh filled fist.

"Melanie was blown to pieces on Mr. Oliver's island!" "Dead…" Joseph looked down and murmured to himself. "Don't you know how powerful Eagle's bombs are? That island is scorched earth now. Everyone on the island is dead. Melanie is dead! I'm your only choice!" Leo exclaimed. He could not stop himself from laughing again. "Did you… Did you guys do that?" Joseph pointed at Leo and Nathan. "We did it. In the end, you underestimated me the most! As strong as Melanie is, she still died at my hands!" Leo admitted to his crime in an ignorant manner.

Then, she lifted her hand, touched the touchpad and moved the cursor towards the play button. Her heart beat slowly, yet each beat felt strangely heavy. She drew in a deep breath and swallowed before pressing the button. The screen turned black and silent. Estelle almost thought the recording was corrupted, but gradually, faint sounds began to emerge: Roland’s breathing, heavier than usual. The image slowly came into view and the first thing Estelle saw was the corner of a private room in Verité Prime. She would never mistake that room; she had visited the restaurant far too many times. There was no doubt in her mind: it was Lennon’s private room.

From it stepped a tall man, silhouetted against the burning afternoon sun. It was Leon. When he saw me, he visibly froze before exploding in sheer joy. He almost stumbled forward, his voice shaking with raw emotion. "Isabelle, I finally found you!" I flinched at first but quickly steadied myself. After I was done wrapping the boy's wound, I whispered a few words in the local dialect, then watched the boy limp away. Only then did I stand and face the familiar yet strangely distant man. "Mr. Vincent, this is a medical exclusion zone. You need to leave."

After that, he turned around and gave the Sacred Spring Water to Fiona, who he said needed "recovery." Vivian wiped her tears and looked at him coldly. "You took her only chance to survive and gave it to someone else. You killed Daisy!" When Vincent heard those words, he started shaking. His strength gave out, and he dropped to the floor. "So she really was sick... I thought she was just causing trouble. I killed her..." Then something seemed to hit him. He lifted his head suddenly. "Soul Decay Syndrome is a fatal condition caused by long-term depression and emotional distress. Daisy was my Luna. She never suffered like that. How could she have gotten something like this?"

“As for Ian… he will answer for what he did to my daughter. No one touches the Alpha King’s blood and lives peacefully.” I wiped the tears from my cheeks, feeling strength slowly returning to my limbs. My royal wolf, which I had suppressed and hidden for three long years to play the perfect, humble Luna, was stirring deep inside me. She was no longer content to stay quiet. She was angry. Vengeful. Hungry for justice. “What do you want, Yara?” Ronan asked, his eyes burning with the same fire I felt boiling in my veins. “We can march on Shadowveil right away. Burn it to the ground. Make Ian watch as we take everything from him.”

Villie and Tarik, brothers by blood and loyal to the evil Alpha until the bitter, burning end, have somehow escaped the fire, and now, they’ve found Jorin. He’s outnumbered, cornered against a stone wall. Tarik lunges, his teeth aimed for Jorin’s throat. Jorin dodges and slides under his body. Villie circles. His lips are pulled back in a snarl, tail stiff with dominance. I leap, crashing into Villie, my weight slamming him sideways. We tumble in a snarl of jaws and claws, his teeth grazing my throat as I twist, and he rakes his claws down my ribs. I yelp and twist, and he tries to roll on top of me, but I’m faster. I slam my head into his snout and bite down hard on his throat.

Lilian was smiling and Kale just shook his head. "His name is Justin Ross. He is a werewolf assassin, known for his unconventional ways of choosing his victims. He knows how to make a murder look like suicide. He probably heard of the bounty and took up the challenge." He paused, I saw the hesitation before he continued. "You didn't kill him." I exhaled. That was such a relief. I thank the heavens inwardly. "What happened to him then? Because I knew you were back there." Leon, who was at the counter, helping himself out with a glass of water, replied. "You do not have to worry, Freda. I killed him. He won't bother you again."

He truly owned my life. This island was in the middle of nowhere and I don't think anyone knew I was here. It also made things easier for Leon especially when he wanted to kill me. He could dump my body in some forgotten forest nearby for it to decay and decompose or sink it to the bottom of the ocean and there would be no one to mourn me or hold a proper funeral for me. The thought of that made my skin crawl. “I hope you die,” I spat with anger in my voice. “I hope your body rots for so long that animals refuse to eat it and when you get to the other side, I hope you burn in hell for eternity.”

Terrified, he roared sternly, "I'm warning you! I'm one of the direct descendants of the Libertons' second bloodline! If you dare to destroy my power, the Libertons won't spare you!" "Is that so? I don't know what the Libertons will do to me, but I know that I'm not letting you go unpunished!" Leon scoffed and stomped onto his Energy Sea Point as well. Leon was never a man who enjoyed bloodshed and the two men should consider themselves fortunate that they were not killed. Once both the men's power was destroyed, Leon ignored them and took Cynthia's hand to hurry outside. In the meantime, Willie managed to escape to the yard and shouted as he ran, "Somebody! Leon, the little bast*rd is here!