86 Legion Novels & Stories

"Show them how the First Blood purges a line, Natalia." Natalia smiled, a cold, lethal expression. She closed her hand into a tight fist. "Legions," she whispered. "Harvest." From the shadows of the upper ridges, the Royal Lycan Legions appeared. Hundreds of heavily armored Lycan warriors, their eyes glowing a fierce crimson, dropped from the cliffs like black meteors. They didn't shift into common wolves; they fought in their massive, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, wielding heavy iron broadswords and silver-rimmed shields.

I was pretty sure the guards behind him couldn’t hear me. “A true pack member would know that we have no pack house numbers,” he said. “And that disgusting scent on you that follows you everywhere, you can’t possibly hide it. That’s the scent that only rogues have. You’re a rogue!”

Their hair flowed like liquid fire in the digital wind, their emerald-crimson eyes reflecting a future that the Legion was designed to prevent. "Darlene, the canyon floor... it’s reading as Tactical Debt!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was kneeling at the edge of the obsidian glass, his hands moving through the data-rain as if he were catching bullets. "The Primal Front is built on the Memory of the First Defeat! To move forward, you have to prove that the 'Too Much' energy can survive the Weight of the Legion!". From the clinical grey phalanx, a figure emerged.

"What? Are you sure? She is Moretti? Myra Moretti?" "Yes, brother. Her maiden name is Moretti. I hope we didn't do anything wrong by accepting this marriage proposal. She is the same girl, we met 19 years back." "You are forgetting Randhir, "Takht" (the throne) does deal with the Mafia world. We are the king of Mafias in India. But if I get to know that Solankis played a big game then he would lose his Legacy forever. There will be no alliance, no treaty. The war of blood will be declared again, and the Legacy will be finished off."

It was fast and irregular. "Because Father is dying!" the General screamed. "The Moon Base is falling apart! The Masters are coming back to finish the Harvest! We are the ones who can fight them! We need the Legion, June! We need you to lead them!" June saw the truth in the Generals eyes. This was not about power. It was about fear. The "perfect" General was terrified of the aliens in space. "We do not need a Legion of slaves " June said. She used a move to twist the Generals wrist. "We need people who choose to fight!"

Lhan said cunningly. "The Legion is Cadmus' best knight squad. They helped Cadmus conquer the majority of Lunaria's land now." Zenn reasoned out, "They're great in number and their skills are no joke either." "Those are my terms. If I see your men survive Cadmus' best and brightest knights, only then will we be able to trust you to win this war, Emperor Kai." Lhan stated, "I'm sure you called upon us to give you more men, gold, resources, or whatever, but how can we risk all that we have for an emperor who wouldn't stand a chance?"

But for the first time, I saw the slight tremor in his hand as he closed his laptop. ​He wasn't protecting his Legacy. He was terrified of it.

At the same time, the ultra-secretive Dragun Squad, joined recently by Green Dragon, also originated from the former Regulus Legion. As the core of the family’s fighting forces, each and single one of the Cheever Legion was mighty in their own right. Both Shaun and Tyr could not defeat them without bringing harm to themselves.

His actions inspired respect and awe amongst his staff but only he knew that he had let his real emotions percolate and hide in the deep recesses of his heart. "We will not hesitate to kill you too, along with the baby if you let our Audrey know that this demon was born alive or if she, as much as, breathes the same air as you within a hundred miles radius," the powerful tycoon and the father of his beloved had sworn. Tyler Blaydes. The man who ruled the business world. For a moment, Dmitri let his emotions get the best of him. For a moment, he was filled with rage at the words of her father resonating continuously in his mind.

"Okay. I will make the call." … One hour later… Lenox stood in front of the reporters, somehow distressed. He was wearing a black suit and had a gloomy aura around him. "I am not here to campaign, but I am here to say with deep condolences, that we regret and feel sad about the loss that we have incurred. Our rescue team sent to city Y has returned and unfortunately, there were no survivors. Lucien Hart, who is my competitor is among those who perished in that tragic accident. We feel deeply sorry for city Y, city N, and the whole of our country." Lenox said.