روايات وقصص ضمن Legion

"The white is lonely. It just wanted a home." The Shadow Claws fell to their knees, gasping for air. The silver fire retracted into their skin, leaving behind a fine, iridescent sheen of starlight. They weren't "Purified," and they weren't "Shadowed." They were something new. They were the first warriors of the "Genesis Legion." Lyra fell to her knees beside her son, her hands trembling as she pulled him into her chest. She felt the warmth of his skin, but it was different now. It was a warmth that carried the weight of the entire world.

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.

“The horde doesn’t really keep people to study, or experiment on.” “Not like the Ministry?” “The Ministry doesn’t do that either, Serenity. But the Legion does.” “They do?” “Yep. They like to know what is out there, and how to kill it, or use it to their advantage.” “Oh, that’s simply great. So, they collect creatures they know nothing about?” Serenity looked at the demons in front of her and she leaned forward, an idea popping into her head. “Have they ever caught a Skin Writer?” “Not alive.”

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

Explained Jared as he wiped the blood from the knife. “Do you mean the witch doctor had a vision of what happened?” Sage asked in wonder. “Yes.” Sage wasn’t sure what to make of it, but she knew that Jared had saved them and that scared her. Before she knew it, she had made herself comfortable on her couch. Her eyes were heavy, and she had yawned a few times, but she almost jumped out of her own skin when she heard three little words. “I am Legion.” It echoed through her mind, and she thought for a second, she heard it in her house.

, Leonora stated. Elio got up and went to get his wallet and his car keys. “Come, we’re going to the Oracle now.” Leonora nodded, her heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. She knew that the only one that they could seek guidance from was the Oracle. She was the only one who could shed light on their daughter’s fate and the mysterious prophecy that seemed to entwine her life with the Moonlit pack.

********** 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.

He mused, leaning against the chair leisurely, " do you wish to cut your own hand off girl?" "Ally, stop embarrassing yourself, put it down," Legion sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. "What are you going to do with it? You probably won't even take two steps you little wart," Legion's father added, taking a seat once more casually. Wart? Wart?! Me? I was sick of that word. He ain't never seen a BGIA. (Black girl in action).

And the electricity is back, that's why I put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. Then the three of us decided to go back to the backyard patio... As we were walking back, I heard Hestia screaming. "HECATE!!! HELP ME!! PLEASE!! HECATE!! I NEED YOU!!! PLEASE SAVE ME!!!" Hestia screamed. Dread and fear consumed my whole body, and the three of us immediately ran toward the backyard. I look around and I can see Liam on top of Hestia, and Hestia is fighting Liam. "HESTIA!!"