Shinbi House Leon Novels & Stories

Leon: I’m not doing anything else tonight. Anonymous: We’ll see. The chat went quiet. Leon waited a full minute, refreshing like an idiot, before he locked the phone and shoved it deep into his pocket. His hands were shaking again. He started walking faster. The remaining blocks passed in a blur of cracked sidewalks and ordinary houses. By the time he turned onto his own street the light had shifted toward evening. The modest white house looked the same as always—neat lawn, porch light already glowing, the attic window that belonged to his room visible near the roofline. Ordinary. Safe. A lie he had been living inside for years.

Leon said briefly as the car entered the black iron gate that opened automatically. The house was huge, much larger than Leon's mansion. The architecture was classic European with white pillars and a wide garden in front. A fountain in the middle of the yard sprayed water three meters high. "Don't talk too much. Answer only as needed. Don't tell them about Adrian or Sebastian, and don't ever mention our agreement," he said. I nodded. "I understand." We got out of the car. Leon walked in front of me, and I followed behind like before when I was still a maid. A small white poodle barked softly from inside the house, welcoming Leon's arrival.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

the voice said again politely. For a moment, Aurora hesitated. The words still felt unfamiliar to her, almost unreal after everything that had happened the night before. “My Luna…” The title carried weight. Responsibility. Power. And yet, deep inside, she still felt like the same ordinary human girl she had always been. “Come in,” Aurora finally answered softly. The door slowly opened, revealing a beautiful young human girl who looked no older than Aurora herself. She had warm brown skin, gentle eyes, and long dark hair tied neatly behind her back. In her hands rested folded garments made from expensive silver-threaded fabric.

And in the open door of the room there was a second Leon. With the same face. Same eyes. The same sad miene. Only his smile was different. Too wide. And not human at all.

“We are the children of the Moon, and we carry its light.” Kael mirrored her stance, his own energy flaring, intertwining with hers. Liam’s small hands brushed the aura without fully understanding, but a spark of silver lit his eyes. The shadows twisted, forming larger shapes, massive wolf-like forms with eyes like coals, teeth bared and snapping.

The big house looked dark from the outside, only dimly lit by a few night lights on the terrace and in the corridor. Leon parked his motorbike in the side garage, his breath quick with anticipation. He took the spare key from his pocket and carefully opened the side door of the house—the key creaked softly, but the house was silent, only the sound of the night wind and the chirping of crickets in the back garden. Mbok Siti must have already been asleep in her room at the back, and the other maids had gone home early. Leon slipped inside, his footsteps light on the cold marble floor, the familiar scent of the house—a mixture of old wood and Sonya's perfume—welcoming him.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

That’s my bedroom. But Maria stops at the first door past it and opens it. We walk in. Wow. Asher really outdid himself. Leon’s room is incredible, huge, bright, and filled with his favourite toys. The bed is shaped like a car, colourful and oversized, with shelves built into the walls and little details everywhere that scream him. Leon squeals. He runs inside, jumping on the bed, touching everything, laughing, spinning in circles like the world has just handed him magic. His joy fills the room, loud and pure and unfiltered.

While Leon was driving back to the house, he hated it so much that something like that had to happen between him and Nyx, but he had no other choice but to do the right thing because he already promised his parents that he's not going to do anything to make them think he doesn't deserve anything from them. He knew that definitely she's not going to be quiet about the sex they just had, so he decided that he wasn't going to keep it a secret from Sharon, and he's going to tell her every day so that by the time Nyx tells her, it's not going to be a new thing to her, and she's not going to feel betrayed anymore. As much as Leon is trying to do this for his parents, he sees Sharon as a good perso