Blackstone Legion Novels & Stories

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

"You, Lucas, you dared do this to me, you betrayed me, I thought we loved each other, but you did this to me" Lucas smiled and replied; "So you think I would get married to you?" "What? We talked about this before we left home, you said you would announce me as your mate" "I reject you as my mate, Lilliana, what have you got to offer me? Well, Sex, you can be my sex slave, but I choose Odetta with me, to rule over the blackwood pack" I didn't believe this was coming from him, I was embarrassed, people started laughing at me, and I became a laughing stuff at the mating ceremony

The ring of the steel was deafening in the quiet valley. ​"The White Lycan is the sovereign Warlord of the Shadow Legion, and she operates under my absolute protection," Kaelen stated, his voice a low, terrifying rumble that carried to every man on the field. "I do not recognize the Council's jurisdiction over my military assets. And I certainly do not yield my people to cowards who hid behind their high walls while the Crimson Court slaughtered our borders." ​A murmur of uneasy agreement rippled through the Blackwood ranks behind me.

the biggest amongst the werewolves asked them in a gruff tone. “We are the Midnight Legion. The Alpha of the Midnight City and his scions are here. We have a meeting with your Alpha, Tristan Blackwater.” “Alpha of the Midnight City? Who the fuck’s that?” “The most prominent pack in this country, that is.” Arthur’s tone became warped with threat. “Us being here to spare the slightest of our time should be a blessing to you. Usually, we just fucking wipe everyone out.” There was silence. Lei felt like she was choking at the auras exuded by both parties. ‘So this is what visiting an enemy pack feels like?’

"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.

They vanished into the darkness like pebbles thrown into a dead sea. The shadow that was Rowan didn't flinch. He hovered over the Second Vale, his limbs elongated, his skin no longer bruised but translucent, revealing a network of black veins that pulsed with the collective heartbeat of the thousands below. "The broker is dead, Lyra," the Legion’s voice echoed, a terrifying harmony of a thousand overlapping screams. "He was the price. We are the product." "Julian, stop this!" I turned to the billionaire, who was crawling toward a fallen piece of the transport's hull. "You wanted a Sovereign! You got it! Just shut this down!"

” Tasha frowned, “Oh, Sir Raven over there is not my brother. Not even related” Not related? How on earth was he… “I don’t care,” Storm snapped standing up from the bed, “I am not going to let anyone dictate my life, tie me down or take advantage of me and whatever my powers are. Not now, not ever” Then she turned to Blue who was staring at her with her arms crossed over his chest…” Mate or not” She spat. “Storm,” She turned around to face the other mana, Raven whose eyes were now red although he was smiling with a very tender expression on his face,”

Orion stated. The name sent a chilling shiver through the room. Hassan Blackthorn was a legend—ruthless, completely disciplined, and the commander of the most feared military force in the werewolf world. He dressed in tailored black suits, ruled his empire with cold logic, and had zero interest in love or political marriages. “Blackthorn?” Cedric scoffed, throwing his hands up in despair. “He’s a goddamn monster! He hates the Ravenscar pack, yes, but he would never agree to a sudden alliance with us. He doesn't take sides in Council disputes.”

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.