Legion Of The Damned Books Novels & Stories

The scent of ozone and metal fills the air as ancient magic awakens. Liora moves between us, supporting Dawn's head as she brings the chalice to her bloodless lips. "Drink, light-bearer," she murmurs, tipping the vessel carefully. "Receive what is freely given." Dawn's throat works reflexively as the first drops pass her lips. For a terrifying moment, nothing happens—then her body convulses, back arching off the table, as the dragon blood hits her system. Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock.

The Colossus was a machine of divine magic, designed to crush entire cities under its weight. "The resonance point is there," Lyra said, pointing to a massive crystal spire in the center of the lake of fire. "If you stand at the peak, you can connect the ley lines. But Seraphina... the energy will be immense. It might burn you from the inside out." Kael grabbed Seraphina’s hand. "I’ll stay with you. My blood is the anchor. Yours is the sail." They climbed the spire together. Arion stayed below, coordinating the Unseen warriors as they prepared to repel the Shadow-wraiths that were now seeping through the cracks in the ceiling.

“Take him to his mate and raise the Dragon of the Wind.” THUD! THUD! THUD! Lavi can hear heavy footsteps approaching the army from somewhere but he does not open his eyes. Damien and his army look up to find several wolf-like skeletal creatures glaring at them with red eyes. Their blood thirst is easy to feel even from afar. Timur, Leo, Aryan, and Polina step forward to stand with Damien. All of them are holding out their swords, waiting for the attack. “And thus, the Second Great War begins,” Timur mutters.

And now… now the time was here. "Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone.

“Gavyn was forcing Fabian’s hands by using every trick he could from the ancient book.” My brows knitted in confusion. “What ancient book are you talking about?” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. There is only one book that I knew Warlocks possessed, but Fabian is guarding it with his life. That book is dangerous. It was not called The Book of Damned for nothing. The Book of the Damned contains powerful dark magic spells and is considered the most potent record of dark magic. If it fell into the wrong hands, who knows what may happen?

“I am going to get my revenge.” Damien had been following the life of Lila since she ran down and killed his wife; he hated her without knowing her; he hated that she was given such a severe punishment; he hated that she was let go too early because of good behaviour. He swore that he had to get revenge no matter what. “I must get my revenge, Lila Carson.” LEGACY OF LOVE AND WAR (NOT YET AVAILABLE FOR READS COMING SOON!!) (AVAILABLE ONLY ON JOYREADS)

His only thought was Leif’s death. Thunder cracked the sky as blood-red sigils burned into the air. COME AND DIE. I’LL SHOW YOU WHERE YOUR HEART BLEEDS. Damien growled low, staring into the flames. ⸻ The Battlefield The land Leif chose was ancient. Corrupted. Alive with screaming shadows. Wraith-born crawled from the earth like insects from rot. Rogues followed—hungry, feral, loyal only to chaos. And standing against them— Damien. Cris.

) My body convulsed, waves dragging me under, until I was boneless in his arms, panting, half-sobbing. He didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, relentless, drawing out every drop of pleasure until I swore I saw stars. “Lucian—I can’t—” “Yes, you can. Again.” His tone was iron, demanding. “No—too much—” “Trust me.” He pressed harder, faster, and my body betrayed me again, another climax tearing through me so violently I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream. His curse was ragged this time. “Porca miseria.” (Holy shit.)

The first month of living with Margareth was a real rediscovery for me with a sister whom I only knew from rumors I had heard. Mom never wanted to talk about her, as if she had really thrown Margareth out not only from family books and photo albums, but also from heart. I was sad just thinking about it, because my older sister was a wonderful person, and the fact that she fell in love with a demon, in my opinion, did not detract anything from her. She told me that Christopher, the demon, loved her too, and left the Underworld, losing his home forever, so much he wanted to stay on the surface, with her. And although Margareth eventually lost him to the mages of Siberia, who were known for the

Louis was taking forever to reach him and he feared he might be dead before his lover gets to him. Wouldn't that even be the best? He's tried to push the boy away too many times so they wouldn't go through any of this but Louis never listened and here they were back in that Red-circle where all he sees is red and his heartbeats faint from the demons crawling out and playing their favorite game with his soul, the game of damnation. It didn't end well the last time he had this game with his demons. He had taken the blade and fucked it all but now, it may not be entirely his fault as he was between the bridge of life and death, awaiting which comes first to claim his soul. But one thing is for