Blackstone Legion Novels & Stories

Claus asked as he played chess. Philip said, “It’s nothing. I just wanted to ask you about that blackstone.” Claus nodded and said, “The blackstone isn’t jade. Normal people don’t use it and can’t use it. This blackstone is similar to the raw material of the essence of life, which is a substance with a special energy that can only be developed by special institutions. For example, the Nonagon, the Supernatural Bureau, and some private research institutions outside the country. “Some weapons from the Supernatural Bureau are made from blackstone. They can be used to curb the power of the disciples.

Below stretched a bottomless abyss, from which eerie, hair-raising roars drifted up from the depths. “Send out my order. Gather the Dark Legion along the border. If assassination will not work, we will crush them head-on.” Madness flickered brightly in his blood-red pupils. Back in Blackrock City. The mid-morning sun chased away the last traces of cold. Every seat in the central arena was occupied by a hundred thousand spectators. Their cheers surged like towering tidal waves, one after another. None of them knew they had stood on the brink of death just the night before.

“The Hudson District. The Blackstone Pack’s holdings were burned. Survivors are calling for aid.” Lucien’s jaw flexed. He didn’t turn, didn’t let them see the flicker of pain that shot through his side as his ribs expanded with breath. “Kael doesn’t strike at random. He’s sowing chaos where humans and wolves intersect. Blackstone has human business ties.” Rowan’s voice was gravel. “He’s testing the borders of our empire.” Zaria felt the bond inside her tighten. Caelus paced, restless, silver eyes gleaming within her soul. The wolf wanted blood. Vengeance. To run.

he said, though his voice wavered slightly as he took in the sight of me flanked by my four mates and backed by thirty elite warriors. Diamond's laughter rang through my mind, cold and sharp as winter ice. —He still thinks he has authority here.— "This property," I replied, letting my eyes flash with silver light, "has belonged to the Blackthorne bloodline for eight generations. Your occupation ends today." The lieutenant's hand moved toward what I assumed was a concealed weapon, but before he could reach it, Kane stepped forward, his voice deadly calm. "I wouldn't. You saw what she did to your leaders at the ceremony. Would you like to join your wolfless bosses? However, I’m quite looking f

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.

"The Council are children playing with matches. They don't understand what the Thorne blood really is. They think it's a weapon. But I know the truth." ​He leaned in close to Alaric. "The Thorne blood isn't a curse, boy. It’s a bridge. We were never meant to rule the humans. We were meant to protect them from what is coming from the Other side." ​"The Other side?" I asked. ​Silas pointed to a large, black mirror at the back of the room. The glass was not reflecting the room. It was showing a dark forest filled with giant, shadow-monsters with red eyes.

"And I have you. That’s what the Tower wants. It wants to strip us of the one thing that keeps us human." Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to vibrate. From the gray mounds, figures began to rise. They weren't wolves or humans. They were hollowed-out shells of warriors, their armor rusted and their eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly blue light. "The Lost Legion," Zade said, stepping in front of me. He bared his fangs, but his magic was struggling in this realm. "They feed on the living. Stay close, Lyra. Use the Void!"

It just wasn't the whole truth. She nodded, apparently satisfied, and returned to reviewing our presentation. I looked out the tinted car window. The closer we got, the harder my heart pounded. Seven years. I'd spent seven years convincing myself I was over Ethan Blackwood. Now, in less than ten minutes, I'd know whether that was true. The sleek glass tower came into view. Blackwood Enterprises. It looked exactly as I remembered. Elegant. Powerful. Untouchable. Just like the man who owned it.

The pain was different, it hurts so deep. It was at that point I felt happy that I disobeyed my father. I raised my sword up and headed to cut off the heads of the enemies, I wanted all of them to the ground, dead. The Lunar Dominion Pack has been at War with the Crimson fang Empire and it has been a blood bath ever since the war started. It was gossipped that the curse of death was upon our pack and we will keep fighting until we are all dead. " Are you okay, Princess?" My father's soldier rushed to me.