86 Legion Novels & Stories

Their chest, abdomen, back, and head were protected by black and gold steel armor. Under close scrutiny, their armor and combat uniforms were embroidered with a golden dragon and branded with the words ‘Legion of the Sovereign’! This combat group consisted of 12 people. Six of them carried black and gold wooden boxes in their hands, while their waists were equipped with long sabers and short spears. The wooden boxes were carved with four mythical beasts. The other six escorted behind them. They barged in from the memorial hall entrance. With every step they took, their combat boots made a clanging sound on the ground, which was shocking to the senses.

Arthur saw Norvin’s reaction and said proudly, “From today onward, this legion will be under your command. Take this. It’s the Heavenly Decree to deploy the Angel Legion.” As he spoke, he took out a dark token which had been polished to a smooth and bright finish. “Yes!” Norvin had been unwilling and reluctant before, but after he saw such a huge force, he was immediately filled with excitement. He took the token and felt its weight. Norvin kept it close to him like it was a treasure.

********** Storm followed Tasha through the busy city streets, the bright lights and blaring sounds overwhelming her sensitive werewolf senses. “This place is amazing,” Storm whispered, and Tasha smiled. “It is, isn't it? This is my pack. The Crescent pack,” Storm has never heard of the pack before though. All she knew was her own pack. She had never even attempted to leave. Her pack was a very small one, they had everything they needed in the pack, and even low omegas like her never had the privilege to step outside the gate. Storm stared at the buzzling cities, the big houses, hoping her mouth wasn’t hanging open.

Asinon shouted Umbra and I turned around to see Asinon, Magusion, Sacerdia, Imperatria, Cesaros, Antistion, Domino Amante, Marintia Amante, Curron, Viribios, Eremitos, Fortunia, Iustitiana, Tentorus, Morsus, Castitios, Fendron, Turros, Astronius, Lunaria, Solision, Judicion and Orbision catching up to us. Bronyium was amazed “Asinon, Magusion, Sacerdia, Imperatria, Cesaros, Antistion, Domino Amante, Marintia Amante, Curron, Viribios, Eremitos, Fortunia, Iustitiana, Tentorus, Morsus, Castitios, Fendron, Turros, Astronius, Lunaria, Solision, Judicion and Orbision… my Arcana Legion friends” said Bronyium. The Legion looked at Bronyium aka Equiatior “Equiator… our pegasus friend” said Sacerdia B

His eyes fixed on the screen, he inquired, "Who are these two individuals?" Ewan explained, "The man wearing the black and gold python robe is Samson, the legion commander of the Dragon's Aegis of Dasovia and the leader of the First Legion. The man dressed in white with golden hair is Lucifer, the commander of the First Legion of The Light Council!" Gideon was taken aback. He had anticipated the arrival of The Light Council's ten ace legions, but he hadn't foreseen the presence of Dasovia's Dragon's Aegis as well.

As he spoke I took off running toward the sounds of weapon fire in the distance. "I think we can handle the remaining Apollo mechs, but that Legion on the dam is giving us trouble," Taewi informed me. "Could you take care of it for us?" I grinned and changed course. "On it." To the distant east, I could just make out the Legion standing vanguard on the lower retaining wall of the dam. The imposing concrete structure dominated the grey horizon, impossible to miss. It had to be almost one hundred storeys tall!

one of the elders snapped. “It’s a new era, old man. My game, my rules.” These were the elders who were loyal to Leo. They would rather die than join hands with me. And I would be so grateful to carry out their wish. “There are procedures to the Throne. Alpha Leonardo is still alive. And he is the authority,” Another stupid old man spoke.

He’s a forced to be reckoned with and a threat I won’t take lightly. “Not weak but the maths doesn’t add up. If I support you, then we all outnumber him. And if he is removed, if he is killed, I want equal split on his lands.” “Fine.” Aeron says. “What else?” I ask because I can see he’s itching for more than just that. “Your mate can produce Lycans.” He says leaning forward, his eyes gleaming and suddenly all my hackles are up, and my Wolf is threatening to come out. “I want a treaty between us. One of your Lycan pups will mate with one of mine.”

“Your warlord lies beheaded on my battlements. Your legions were held back by my Empress’s shield. You have one chance to surrender your standards—or my wolves will use your bones to lay the new wall’s foundations.” The senior commander of the golden legions—an elder Lycan whose face bore the burn marks of my barrier—stepped forward. He glanced at Lawrence for a heartbeat, then his yellow eyes locked on me, reading the mystical symmetry of my double mark and the glow of the silver medallion resting over my full chest.

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.