Resident Evil: Degeneration Leon Novels & Stories

He looked at Van and said, “The General was raising a bitch. We hunted her and that was where this future heirloom came from.” Leon talked like they were just hunting an animal; like how a predator hunted for prey. If it were another person, Van wouldn’t be so shocked but it was Leon who he witnessed talk like that. The person who was so pure talked like a killer as if killing is a norm. He was shocked. Van blinked a few times before saying, “You’ve changed.” Leon crackled. “I didn’t. This is the real me, Van,” he asserted. “A devil you guys made. Anyway, let’s finish this up before the General gets a feeling that something was going on under his nose.”

“No.” “Yes!” I snap. “You’re taking away everything that makes him him!” “Reverting to baseline is necessary.” “No,” I whisper. “It’s murder.” The screen glitches violently. And this time— I see it clearly. Leon’s eyes. They flicker. Dark. Empty. Gone. “No…” I choke. He stands slowly. Too slowly. Too controlled. No hesitation. No pain. No fight. Just— stillness. “Leon?” I whisper. He doesn’t respond.

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.

“But one Vexler could control.” Suddenly, the screen blinked again. VOICE PROTOCOL INITIATED. Speakers crackled. A pre-recorded message played. "If you're hearing this, Dino, then I've failed. But you were always the future. Genesis was never about machines. It was about you. About the ones who still believed in honor. I just had to make sure you passed my test..." "Leonardo will wake when the world is ready. Or when you're gone. Either way, evolution needs a backup plan."

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.

I suggested to him worriedly, pointing out the brutal truth of the results of all the attacks that we planned on them. “It’s not possible now. My team has been working continuously to improve them. During the last attack, Lucifer, Albert, and Sebastian shot those hybrids with a special bullet. I got two of these bullets. My team analyzed whatever residue that they had inside them and found that those bullets weren’t filled with silver, wolfsbane, or any other kind of poison. It was filled with a very unique concoction. My team is still trying to find out what ingredients Lucifer’s researchers used.” I was now biting my nails out of frustration while listening to him. “This is bad,” I mumbled

"Come. Pick up the gun now and stand where I am." Rupert controlled Leon to pick up the silver gun on the ground and walk step by step toward the deep pit where I was lying. Leon couldn't resist even if he tried. The threads had cast a special spell on him. It was originally used to control disobedient Kindred, but using it on a human was a waste of resources. I couldn't move a muscle. Getting shot by Curse Bullets would end me for good. Is this really how I die? Leon stood in front of me, lifted the revolver, and looked at me with despair in his eyes.

It all seemed to mock my weakness. My mind replayed the altercation relentlessly. I saw Rykor's eyes, how they flickered with a mix of shock and something else, something I dared not name. His pack’s faces, previously bright with warmth, turned mute with disillusionment. Blood pounded in my ears as I curled onto the floor, my body racked with silent sobs. Anyone or anything I touched died. The marks on my skin stood as a grotesque testament to my cursed existence—a tattooed ledger of my sins. Could I ever escape the sense of dread, or would I forever be the Luna of Death, feared and isolated?

The emerald light from the floor-tiles cast long, jagged shadows against the reinforced glass, making my own reflection look like a ghost caught in the wires. I wasn’t here to manage assets. I wasn't here to hide bloodlines. I was here to confront a ghost that didn't have the decency to stay in the grave. "Initialize the deep-packet inspection, Leo," I said, my voice echoing in the hollow space. Beside me, my son moved with a predatory focus. He didn't use a keyboard; his hands moved through a holographic field, pulling strings of light apart as if he were untangling a knot in the fabric of reality. Since the blackout, Leo had changed. He wasn't just the heir to the Moretti throne; he was be

Leo, in his wolf Ares’ form, watches as the Solomians begin to fall but something is not right. “Hu hu hu!” He snarls at Taurus who is now on the ground, dying. “You think that we have been defeated?” He whispers. “Think again! We are not alone! You can kill me but…can you kill them?” Leo’s eyes widen in shock and he minslinks with his men. “The Undead are coming!” His voice bellows in their minds. “FIGHT!” As soon as he says it, the ground below them starts to shake. Leo spins around to see a heavy avalanche sliding from one of the mountains.