Legion Of The Damned Novel Novels & Stories

“He isn’t?” “He’s very much alive… and in jail for killing a man.” I don’t know why I rushed those words out, but I did. My eyes fell shut as shame washed over me, and I buried my face into his chest. “And not just that, but…” I sighed. “My father was not a good man, Alaric. He hurt so many people, ripped people off, stole their money… He built his entire empire off other people’s sweat and blood.” Alaric's arm grew heavy on my back. He wasn’t saying anything. “And he…” I swallowed. “He hurt me like it was all my fault.”

After some minutes of restless thinking, I finally came to a decision. My heart was heavy, but I knew what I had to do. I stood, smoothed down my clothes, and forced my legs to carry me through the endless corridors of Damon’s mansion. The place was so massive that I still wasn’t used to finding my way around, and it didn’t help that my nerves were practically eating me alive. After a few wrong turns, I finally located his home study. Before I even had the chance to knock, his voice came from inside, calm and commanding, as though he had sensed me lingering outside.

He had the eye of a dangerous serpent, one was red like fire while the other was breezy and black. Well, I was right about one thing. He is possessed. We launch at each other with speed, both fangs out and claws ready to tear each other off. I slid to the floor as he charged towards me. He didn't see it coming. My claws tear the skin behind his leg and he falls to his knees and cried out in pain. Damien's leg is bleeding but he manages to stand with his other leg. He is weak, and I told him that I had gotten to him this time. He is weak and angry.

"Now, do you want to know why I want to show you this, or not?" "Yes..." "Then shut up and listen." He went back to the book and carefully found what he was looking for. "This is the story of Princess Lila and the Thunder Queen. Lightning Queen. The translation I had said Thunder." Scarlett sighed, impatiently waiting for him to continue to the matter at hand instead of wasting time on trifling things like inaccurate translations.

”the my bike is my one escape id to keep The End? Thank you, dear reader, for deciding to give this book a try and making it to the end, it has been an emotional journey for all. But do not fret, their story may be over for now, but this is not the last we have seen of Drake, Lilli, Rex, Tony, Jacob and yes even Lance. So be sure to keep an eye out for the next book in the series. Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia.

Down in the dungeon, Lucifer watches Larry torture the Americans. “Where do we find Mr. Smith.” Larry has an iron rod and a metal plate with Lucifer's name. Larry heats the metal plate, rolls up his shirt's sleeves, then orders his guys to hold out the American's feet, burning them with the stamp of Lucifer's name under their feet. “You have killed my daughter and torn my family apart; what I have in mind for you is worst than the thought of what might happen in hell.”

I heard a gunshot followed by David's scream the next moment which caused me to open my eyes. David was on the floor as blood dripped from the palm of his hand—The bullet went through both sides of it. And Alex stood there with his gun in his hand pointed at him, his eyes full of rage and chest rapidly rising and falling, appearing to be on the verge of losing it.

Lucien slowly raised his cane. Pointing… Not at Daniel. Not at Elena. Not at Noah. Not at Grace. Not at Lily. He pointed directly at Damien. The world stopped. “No…” Damien said quietly. Lucien smiled. “Oh yes.” “You were never just the Devil…” “You were Sophia’s greatest secret.”

Mommy and Daddy were dead. Cobra might be dead. Tyron might be dead. I was tired. So tired of running. Maybe if I died, I would see them again. That thought made me feel sad but happy. I opened my mouth and swallowed the liquid on purpose. It burned down my throat like hot pepper. My eyes watered. My chest felt tight. The world started moving strangely. The trees leaned sideways. The red glow stretched into a long line. The men’s voices sounded far away, like they were underwater.

"You cannot defy him again." Her motherly, disapproving touch made me cringe and shrink. "If he can hurt you this badly for pleasure, just think of what he can do when his true intention is to hurt you," she said. When Damon came back later that evening, I was lying on the bed. I had just learned about the library's existence and was reading The Nature of the Beast, a novel about the history of werewolves. He hardly looked at me as he undressed in front of me, his cologne of cigarettes and alcohol returning. I made an effort to look away from his toned chest and the light brown hairs that adorned his ripped abdomen.