Novelas y relatos de Resident Evil: Death Island Leon

“Anything at all?” Silence. Leon’s throat tightened. “Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” Without waiting for permission, he pushed back his chair and hurried out. In the tiled emptiness of the men’s room, he checked every stall. Empty. He locked the door, pulled out his phone, and dialed Isabel. She answered on the third ring, her voice light, amused. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Leon hissed. “How did you even get those videos?”

Said Leon and they stayed in the room together until they heard Isis' cry over the machine, they had already showered, wrapped themselves in their towel and headed for the bedroom. Leon was thoughtful, sitting on the bed watching Luz with Isis nestled in his arms, he was afraid he couldn't win this and suffer like his mother and old Dercy, the unfortunate curse of the Hatawhay had not reached Levi, but Leon would be on the edge of the precipice with them and this made him afraid.

Isabelle and her son would have been executed had my father been alive. Isabelle had failed Snow. We had Forest in our grasp if only she had agreed to poison Mathias, but she refused, and Leon died because he had to find other ways to finish the work. Since Mathias and his werewolf officers never left a room open for us to strike and get a hold of Forest, Leon had to die because he was trying to do the impossible while Gabriel and Giles stood in his way. I would think Leon's death would motivate Isabelle enough to do her work, but she had messed up.

Hindered by the dark magic clouding his mind, he struggled to muster the magic needed for healing. Hoping for a quick recovery, Edmond's vision blurred as he tripped over a large root and fell forward. Leon's wolf approached, grinning, and swiftly grabbed Edmond's head, forcing it down. In a rapid sequence, Leon transformed into his human form, appearing naked and smirking. He kneed Edmond's face, took his sword, and thrust it through Edmond's back and heart, causing blood to splatter everywhere. As Leon slid off the sword, Edmond, weak and limping, realised he couldn't heal anymore. Mockingly, Leon spoke of enjoying the demise of the legendary Eve, mentioning Edmond's ability to camouflage

I grabbed the coffee pot and made my rounds, laughing at some customer’s jokes, falling into the comfortable rhythm that had become my life. "Ser." Maya's voice cut through the noise with an edge that made me look up. "You have got to see table twelve." She grabbed my arm and turned me toward the window booth where a man sat alone, and something in my chest went cold and tight. He was attractive in that dangerous way that made people stare, dark hair and sharp features and a presence that felt too big for the small diner. But it wasn't his looks that made my hands start shaking. It was the power rolling off him in waves. The unmistakable presence of an Alpha werewolf.

Where is he and his parents keeping my parents locked away? I was seated facing him when a young maid entered with a steaming tray. As soon as I glanced at her face, I froze. I recognized that face as I saw it before my death, staring and laughing at me. That smile. That wary sideways look as she turned. She was one of Alaric's spies in my previous life—a faithful small rat who brought the poisoned teas and grinning treachery beyond her apron. I just gave her a thankful nod, yet within me, I put the first name on my kill list—the first soul to strike off. And as I started to take the plate, the voice of Kitara, my wolf, rumbled in my head as a warning.

Some got on my face. Valerie screamed and closed her eyes with her palms. “Hey,” I screamed at the girl who was still struggling the monster. I threw the knife at her. “Catch.” She did and stuck it right through its neck. It crumbled to the ground in bloodied pieces. “We are going to die,” Valerie screamed. “Shut up,” I and Kaia said at once. “How come they don't die together?” Kaia asked as the girl limped towards us. “I’m Cassie,” She stretched her hand forward. It was dripping with blood but I didn't mind. I took it in mine for a firm handshake.

"The elder must be helping Luna deceive you out of respect for her dead father. She must have used some scheme to trick this gentleman." She knelt beside Damien's chair, her voice taking on a pleading tone. "Think about it, Alpha. Little Ethan was safely in the core area. There were no alarms, no signs of rogue wolf invasion. How could he possibly die?" The elder's eyebrows shot up in disbelief at her audacity. "Young lady, are you suggesting I would lie about a child's death?" Sera ignored him, focusing entirely on Damien, whose breathing had become shallow and rapid. "And this elder," she continued, her voice growing bolder, "even if you're highly respected and represent the Alpha Council,

“Oh, you probably do like me more, but that’s not the question, is it? The real question is, who do you care about more?” Bella’s voice turned sharper, cutting through their banter. “Cut to the chase, Leon. What do you want?” Leon’s smile faded, and his voice became serious. “I want my mom back. Tell me about the island.” She asked, “What island?” He said, “Belrose’s island. They brought my mother to Belrose’s island.” She muttered a curse, “Why?” He said, “They want her to continue the legacy of Belrose.”

Suddenly, they located Leon in a new costume as he entered the secret passage they had made to get into the Charles Empire facility quickly. "That was intense!" Leon exclaimed. "Hey, bro. Welcome back. You saved your ass from getting killed by your girl," Viper said with a grin. "I know," Leon laughed. "But that was intense. More intense than my hookups." "Oh crap, you had hookups while you were with your girl?" Viper asked. "No. That was in the past." Viper was still laughing; then he stopped and quickly diverted the cameras. "Oh, you’ve gotta get out of there in ten seconds, Panther."