Werewolf Leon Brawl Stars Novels & Stories

That was the truth. Especially the boy, he was like the mini version of me. I could not deny that. I was still studying her when someone stood in front of me. She placed her hands on her waist as she glared at me. "We need to talk" Stella demanded. I looked at her. "What do you want?". I asked. After what she did to Axl, I didn't have a great opinion of her anymore. Stella....I had already come to terms with the fact that I was going to make her my Luna and rule the pack with her. She had a strong wolf and she would be able to help me defend the pack.

“This was planned.” “Planned by whom?” I asked. The wolf’s chest rose sharply, then weakened. Its mouth moved, forcing the sound out. “Say it,” I said. Its eyes locked onto Nyxara. “Lucien.” The name left its tongue with its final breath, and it went motionless under my grip. I held the body there a moment longer before standing. The other rogues had already fallen back beyond our border markers, fading into the forest as no one followed. My warriors watched from a distance.

I scream. An enormous wolf barrels toward the sealed nursery corridor with great leader scent. Strong and confident as he shifts mid-charge into human form, blade drawn. “You’re only the Luna,” he sneers. “Move.” Something inside me snaps completely. Only the Luna? Instantly, pain rips through my spine and my bones crack as the air freezes around us and gasps erupt behind me. My wolf surges forward without hesitation. Not fully as they expect but enough. Fur bursts along my arms and some sort of light floods my vision.

There were a few guards rushing away from the scene, while others were being dragged by their colleagues. “What the f*ck?” Leon muttered under his breath, his heart racing. He knew that he was very good at fighting, and he was well trained. His wolf was also impressive. But at the same time, he knew…he knew that there was no way that he would be able to take the guy. He knew that the only person who would be able to take the guy in battle would be the White-haired Luna. And right now, she was nowhere to be found, and was not even a she-wolf. He was not going to go down without a fight, though.

The entire arena was a blood bath, clashes of teeth and claws. The rogues moved like shadows, unlike the behavior of a typical rogue which was mindless with only a desire to kill. These ones had a mission. They were quick and aggressive. They were coordinated. I didn’t wait. I launched into the fray and Leo took charge once I turned into my wolf, tackling a rogue mid-lunge. My claws sank into his side, throwing him into a tree. Another came from the left Christopher intercepted, his teeth sank into the rogue’s neck ripping it clean off. The rogue’s head hit the ground seconds later.

Blake really came prepared. 'Hia, hia', went the noise in the arena and the fighting raged on. 'Hoooo, hooo', went the howling of the warriors. Though caught unawares, the Moon Ville Pack was showing that they were great fighters. Alot of the warriors from the Moonlight pack lay bleeding on the floor.

Lola's POV “I should have known it wouldn't go the easy way with you. Fine, we'll do this my way”, he said and all hell broke loose. His creatures charged towards us and our men started shooting them down too. Guns barely had any effect on them and that was when I knew that we were in trouble “Wolf forms, now!” Adrian commanded and we all changed into our wolf form. We had been training for any possible scenario and I couldn't thank the moon goddess more.

The three combatants clashed with primal ferocity, the air thick with tension and the scent of blood. As the battle wore on, it became clear that Artdal was gaining the upper hand. His rage only seemed to make him stronger, and Garon's defenses began to crumble under the relentless onslaught. Sensing that her ally was faltering, Layla finally saw her chance to strike. With a swift, silent leap, she pounced on Artdal from behind, her razor-sharp claws aiming for his vulnerable throat. But Artdal was prepared for her treachery. In a split second, he spun around and caught Layla's arm in mid-air, his grip like iron. With a snarl of fury, he hurled her across the clearing, where she slammed into

Luna and Jaxon instinctively drew their weapons and prepared for whatever abomination awaited them. Emerging from the shadows, a horde of grotesque creatures materialized a twisted amalgamation of flesh and malice. Their eyes glowed with a sinister light, their claws poised for bloodshed. Without hesitation, Luna and Jaxon engaged the monsters in a deadly dance. Their movements were fluid, and synchronized, as they deftly dodged the creatures' attacks and countered with swift strikes. With each enemy they vanquished, more emerged from the darkness, an endless onslaught. The odds seemed insurmountable, but Luna and Jaxon fought with unwavering resolve, their love and determination fuelling th

They’re holes, and they’re emitting some kind of black smoke that looks like shadowy fingers. The hairs all over my body stand on end. What happened to him? “Alessio, look out!” I realize too late that I’ve been observing him too closely, and he manages to butt his head against mine. I fall on the ground, dizzy from the blow but still able to see that Amari and Chiara are now both fighting him with a sword and a spear. But Rafael is still winning. And to my surprise, his body starts to expand as he prepares to shift into his werewolf form.