Legion Novels & Stories

Some of these questions were very well thought out. Legion chuckled pulling his weight up to his elbows, "firstly it's a he, and secondly I assure you Xeric is very alive. Sometimes pain in the ass." A deep growl sounded from nowhere causing me to turn around. "That's him again, sorry.” My eyebrows furrowed, moving closer to Legion, "you mean, he is like another person?" I didn't know why I was whispering. Legion laughed out loud for a few seconds, "more like a personality that tends to take over from time to time. Like a hot-cold situation. Me being cold and him being hot. And he can hear you eve

Legion's energy signature was that of a Heavenly Realmer; however, the strength behind his grip belonged to a peak Noble! "Are you a Body Wielder?" Frederick wondered. That was the only way Legion's unusually high strength could be explained. Only body wielders were this strong. "I am," Legion admitted. "I see," Frederick rubbed his chin in thought. Then he asked the second question which had propped up the moment he saw Legion's face. "Are you from the Mainland?" Frederick wondered. Legion's features were vastly different from the av

Kasunod niya si Valerie, na agad na naghanap ng vantage point sa itaas ng wasak na pakpak ng barko. ​"Liam, ang hangin dito ay manipis pero mayaman sa Precursor Nanites," babala ni Valerie sa pamamagitan ng comms. "Huwag mong bubuksan ang iyong helmet. Ang mga nanites na ito ay idinisenyo para kainin ang baga ng sinumang hindi Weaver." ​Mula sa kadiliman ng kwebang bakal, lumabas ang mga Legion of the Void—mga sundalong gawa sa purong itim na anino na may mga puting maskara. Sila ang personal na guwardiya ng Red Weaver.

The warrior sounded absolutely certain. Not arrogant. Not confident. Certain. As though the outcome had already been decided. The creature suddenly laughed. The sound rolled across the mountains. Deep. Dangerous. Amused. The Legion's leader slowly turned toward it. The creature's golden eye gleamed. "You think you can take her from me?" The snow beneath its claws began to crack. Shadow poured from between its ribs. The mountain trembled. The Legion remained unmoved. The lead warrior simply replied: "We took worlds from kings greater than you."

Their star-metal armor hummed, but their weapons remained lowered in an unsettling, suspended logic loop. "Why aren't they moving?" Dominic demanded, turning to Asher. "Elara gave them the command to destroy the invaders." "The legion's cortex was programmed by the First Lines before the split," Asher explained rapidly, his fingers flying across his wrist console. "House Valerius was one of the founding five lines. The legion's automated defensive matrix doesn't recognize the Eastern Sovereign signature as an enemy—it recognizes them as co-commanders." "Which means," Zane snarled, his daggers locking into a reverse grip, "if who

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

I heard Triston's soft snores as we finally landed. This was supposed to be our refuel spot then we would be taken directly to our private island. An attenedent came up to my side, "May I interest you in some late lunch?" I felt my stomach grumble at the notion, nodding to her. "We have a braised beef bolognese, miso-crusted salmon or duck n bao?" I stared out at Triston, trying to see if I could order for him. Then I recalled... Nothing I cooked nowadays, no meals were truly shared. He was always eating something else. Instead I answered for myself, "I will have the salmon." I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee.

His eyes fixed on the screen, he inquired, "Who are these two individuals?" Ewan explained, "The man wearing the black and gold python robe is Samson, the legion commander of the Dragon's Aegis of Dasovia and the leader of the First Legion. The man dressed in white with golden hair is Lucifer, the commander of the First Legion of The Light Council!" Gideon was taken aback. He had anticipated the arrival of The Light Council's ten ace legions, but he hadn't foreseen the presence of Dasovia's Dragon's Aegis as well.

Lynn stumbled but caught herself, bracing her shield steady. Alexia wiped sweat from her brow, her eyes narrowing as she moved into place. There was power in this. Togetherness. A cadence that flowed through us like a shared current. I'd been driving them harder than usual, half through instinct, half through fear I couldn't shake. And then it came. It was as though air detonated. A scream—not human, not of this world—ripped the air apart. The sky grew dark as though night had burst free of its restraints and descended. Shadows spilled across the training area, and from them. emerged Legion.

Marked with an unfamiliar crest: a serpent devouring its own tail, but with wings. Lena walked in and stopped short. Her face went cold. “Where did you get that?” Petra raised an eyebrow. “You recognize it?” Lena swallowed. “It’s not from Damien. It’s from the Council of Virex.” Roman raised a brow. “Never heard of them.” “You weren’t supposed to,” Lena said, voice hollow. “They’re older than Seraph. Damien may have been dangerous, but the Council? They don’t create monsters. They breed them.”