Blackstone Legion Novels & Stories

High up on the eastern cliffs, fifty long, bloodcurdling howls suddenly erupted from the pines, echoing down into the canyon and causing the three legions across the river to lock their shields into a defensive tortoise wall instantly. Corvin’s face drained of color. "The banished are no longer outlaws, Magistrate," Eldrick growled low, stepping directly into Corvin's space until the gaunt politician had to tilt his head back to meet his glowing amber eyes. "They are the Blackthorn vanguard. Touch one of my people, and you will find out why Vespera’s four hundred years of authority burned to ash in a single night." Silence settled over the frozen river, heavy, suffocating, and absolute.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

“We will annihilate, we will destroy, we will conquer. The above statement is our pledge for life. We will do it in the best of our ability. Our bond is eternal, it can never break, it will not falter. We are the Death Legion and it is peace we bring.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Their eyes were glowing with leftover shift-lust, their hands dripping with Silvermoon blood. The Blackwood Legion. My breath hitched, creating a white cloud in the freezing air. Everyone knew the stories. They were the most ruthless army on the continent, commanded by a monster who slaughtered entire bloodlines just to make a point. They left nothing but ash behind. "Sort them!" a voice barked over the howling wind. A Blackwood soldier grabbed me by the collar. He was massive, smelling of smoke and violence. He took one look at my bruised face, my thin arms, and my shivering, starving and skinny frame, and he scoffed. He threw me aside without bothering to grab iron cuffs.

​ANG PAGTITIPON NG LAKAS ​Sa labas ng palasyo, si Xander ay muling nagsuot ng isang pansamantalang exoskeleton mula sa mga labi ng mga Sentinels. Sa tabi niya ay ang Black Legion na pinamumunuan ni Jojo at Vargo (na nakarating mula sa Mars gamit ang isang nakaw na dropship). ​"Legion! Protektahan ang palasyo!" sigaw ni Xander. "Huwag ninyong hayaang makalapit ang mga ground troops ng Hari sa mga Obelisk! Liam needs time!"

But I had spent years building networks, accumulating favors, learning the weaknesses of even the most powerful supernatural beings. Everyone had vulnerabilities. Everyone had pressure points. I just had to find Mickey's. My phone buzzed with a text from one of my contacts—a mercenary group that specialized in supernatural problems. The message was simple: "Target acquired. Awaiting orders." My smile was razor-sharp as I typed my response: "Proceed with extreme prejudice. I want the human broken, not dead. Make sure Mickey knows his mark couldn't protect her." The war had begun. And I Blackstone intended to win, no matter the cost.

The Black family crest. Damien Black. Everyone knew that name. Billionaire. Ruthless. The kind of man who destroyed companies before breakfast and never explained why. I'd seen his picture in business journals and gossip columns alike: dark hair, even darker eyes... Why would Damien Black send me anything? My hands shook as I broke the seal. The document inside was thick. Official. MARRIAGE CONTRACT This agreement shall be binding upon signature by both parties… The legal language blurred together until I reached the handwritten note pinned to the bottom.

But I lost him because I was too proud to respect that he didn’t want to be a ruthless killer. But I’m done. For once, I will protect my son instead of just protecting myself. I, Nicholas Black, Gamma of the Midnight pack, hereby challenge you, Alpha Richard Harvey of the Midnight pack, for the Alpha title.”

Liam's eyes darkened with a feral satisfaction as the heavy iron doors closed behind them, leaving the stunned lieutenants alone in the damp silence of the arena. "A fair bargain," Liam whispered as the elevator began its long, rumbling ascent. "Let us begin." The lieutenants had broken, the old guard had been silenced and the first true, blood-bound alliance within the Blackwood Legion had just been forged in grease and gold.

You will be plagued by the bloodline's curse. Diego's chest tightens at the sad truth of what she said. The past he has tried to avoid is catching up with him. Because his legacy, his bloodline, has been soiled by betrayal, Lucia and Valentina are determined to bring him to his knees. The renegade Alpha Carlos Varela then emerges with a threatening smile as a mysterious voice pierces the environment. In an authoritative and determined manner, Carlos says, "Now, I'll take the children." "And I'll be carrying your legacy with me when I do."