Werewolf Leon Brawl Stars Novels & Stories

Leon's Earthly Plunder and the Scarlet Thief's attack clashed with a loud bang. Since it was a hasty move, the Scarlet Thief's attack was not at full power, and Leon's Earthly Plunder instantly tore through his true energy. The aftermath of Leon's attack slammed hard against the Scarlet Thief's shoulder, leaving an extremely deep wound behind. The Scarlet Thief grunted in pain and backed away before collapsing onto the ground. "Mister Wolf defeated the Scarlet Thief again!" "Are... are we dreaming?"

My eyes motioned to Bazaar standing in the rain. "Kill him you weakling!" he shouted infuriated. Knowing he was losing, badly. None of his men could kill Alpha Deucalion. They were no match for him. Alpha Deucalion growled with rage at Bazaar, killing the last werewolf. I covered both ears and lowered to the ground at how loud his growling was. My ears ache from the terrible sound. I hurriedly stood up and again looked through the window as I heard another fight begin.

I sharply asked. Growls stopped, they looked at me like I said something they’ve never heard before. “We don’t have that kind.” He moves forward which makes me and Rendall brace ourselves for an incoming fight. “I am thinking of who to kill first but black and grey ones volunteered,” Rendall said and nudge my back using his shoulder as a signal to attack. I quickly get my dart and throw it at the werewolf beside me, and then the monsters started to counter. I pulled out the spear on the werewolf in front of me and throw it to the one that is behind Rendall. I immediately pulled out the knife behind my leg and throw it at the werewolf attacking in front.

The creature howled in pain, momentarily stunned by the unexpected attack. Seeing this opportunity, Leo leaped forward, his teeth sinking into the werewolf's arm. Together, Amelia and Leo fought with renewed vigor, their coordinated efforts now fueled by Amelia's enhanced abilities. Blow after blow, strike after strike, they unleashed their pent-up frustrations and fought as if their lives depended on it. But the werewolf was far from defeated. With a thunderous roar, it broke free from Leo's grip, swatting him aside with brute force. The werewolf's eyes burned with fury as it lunged at Amelia, teeth gleaming in the moonlight.

Dickson was stepping out of the treeline with a smirk that looked like a jagged scar. "Vanessa, he's losing too much blood," Ray groaned, his face pale as he scooped the boy into his arms. "He pushed me... he actually pushed me out of the way." "Because he’s a Sabastian, you fool," a sharp, feminine voice hissed from the shadows. Lena stepped into the moonlight, her white gown splattered with mud and something darker. She wasn't the polished lady of the pack anymore; she looked like a wraith fueled by pure spite.

I rolled out of the way just in time. Rael was standing on the wall with her bow raised. "Thanks," I gasped. "Don't mention it. Now get up. We're not done yet." I got to my feet and looked around. The battle was chaos. Lycans and Haven fighters were everywhere. Bodies were piling up on both sides, blood covered the ground. I saw Clara fighting with a spear. I saw Simon taking on two Lycans at once. I saw Sara the young woman Rael had trained stabbing a Lycan in the leg.

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

I was about to ask why they'd returned so early when Mom and Luna Skye appeared carrying a cake between them. Three tiers covered in white frosting and sugar flowers with two candles burning on top. One and eight. My throat closed up. "Happy birthday, sweetheart," Mom said, and her eyes were too bright like she'd been crying earlier. "Thanks." The word came out rough. Luna Skye hugged me after Mom let go, whispering, "I hope you find your mate soon, honey. I hope he's everything you deserve." Everything I deserve. Right. What did I deserve without a wolf?

So he started following the sound into a wooded area that separated the paths of the main buildings to those of the ranked wolf dorms. Then he caught her scent, mixed with fear, and if I thought I'd never seen him this angry before, well I was surprised at how much more angry he got. Our enhanced eyesight with him in control allowed us to see farther through the night than I usually could, and that's when we saw them. We saw her trying to fight him off, and I could feel Lunar's pride when she punched him in the throat before punching him in the face and then the chest. But when his wolf came forward Lunar jumped into action moving quickly and stealthily through the trees until we were right

Leon raised his voice for others to hear and he was so loud that his voice drew out other voices. Lucian could no longer hide his fury as Leon talked on, he grew pale and his fist tighten. The gush of wind and Leon being pinned against a broken wall were all they witnessed. "How dare you talk about sacrificing your Luna?!" Lucian yelled into his face. "My Luna should be worthy and yes, you might kill but I would never back down from saying the truth," Leon insisted, the look on his face tells that he was not at all scared of getting killed. one of the elders in the werewolf pack step forward and spoke.