Blackstone Legion Novels & Stories

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

' a lieutenant thought. Thobias and Kevin's expressions grew dark. In truth, everything Adrian did was because of them. However, their current situation was extremely precarious. Thobias knew that he had to reassure the Stormwatch Legion. Even though Adrian had ten thousand soldiers at his disposal, Thobias was certain he would not dare to lay a hand on them. After all, initiating war against the Stormwatch Legion was a grave matter even if he possessed the Black Dragon Token. Moreover, with both sides having large troop numbers, any conflict would surely lead to many casualties, no matter who won.

But Elkorath lifted a hand—and the shadows obeyed. From the edges of the citadel, black forms emerged—warriors not alive, not dead. His Legion of Silence. Bound by soul-oaths, they moved like a tide, silent, emotionless. Not creatures of magic or will… but debt. Vesper stepped forward, flanking Elara’s other side. “This isn’t just a battle. It’s a reckoning.” “No.” Elara’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the noise like a blade. “It’s an undoing.”

“Once we take him down, it’s over. We hit the core of their financial empire.” Kylie nodded. “We’ll make it impossible for them to recover.” Blackstone was seated behind a desk, unaware of the approaching storm. As Lysander stepped into the room, he met Blackstone's calculating, cold gaze. “You’ve been funding the wrong side, Blackstone,” Lysander said, his voice cold and final. “Now it’s time to pay the price.” The man’s face twisted with defiance. “You think you’ve won, Vincenzo? You’re nothing but a pawn in a much bigger game. You have no idea who you’re really up against.”

He was livid. Not just because he had lost, but because of how it happened. The fight he had put so much hope in, two warriors he had trusted with his reputation, his pride, his revenge, had ended in humiliation. The Cindercloak warrior, Legion, who once burned through battlefields without mercy, had fallen without Vyrelen even breaking a sweat. And the cursed spirit of Ashland, an ancient being said to hold the wrath of the land itself, was destroyed like it was made of sand, not stone.

The white haze was fur. One soldier’s helm had rolled off him. He’d probably undone his chin strap and been lazy as he rode in the night. It cost him dearly as a falling white furred paw sent him to see if there were any gods out there or not. The helm of the other soldier didn’t help him, though, as the beast used both hands to slap either side of his head and render the Legion short one more man. Once the clubbing blows of the ivory beast pulped each soldier’s head, the fright on two legs turned to look in August’s direction. August came to understand why he couldn’t act. When the blue eyes of the creature focused on him, pupils growing smaller, August tore his look from that scene back to

He was rabid. Normally Mutts were relegated to the bottom of the pack. The dregs. They made good guards, good soldiers but Silas was lucky; he had connections. His cousin was Alpha of the Crimson Shadow Pack. One of three that held territory across the country and as it turns out lived a mob-like existence controlling the day to day lives of almost everyone though most of us humans lived blissfully unaware. Silas was the Pack’s enforcer. He ran the mob. Ran the gangs. He oversaw everything.

Even more annoying about this entire situation, was what this man’s presence and his current action signified. “Is the Universe Will thinking of stopping us?” the 2nd Sky asked, for this man could be best described as the herald of the Universe Will. This man was once someone who was considered the right-hand man of the fallen Supreme and his name was Blackstone. He had followed the Supreme everywhere and had protected her from everything; it was to the point where people began to speculate that they were lovers. Of course, the 2nd Sky did not care about these things. What he cared about was that Blackstone had been whisked away at the very last moment when the former Supreme had fallen. If

Legacy’s been nothing but a fucking shadow in this whole mess. Legion shifts in his seat, his eyes flicking toward me briefly. “I stopped holding a candle to my brother a long time ago,” his voice is low, steady, but there’s a bitterness there. “I do my own thing now. Legacy can burn his bridges, but I’m not here to clean up his mess anymore.” I nod, understanding. “He’s still your blood, though.” Legion chuckles darkly. “Yeah. Unfortunately.”