Legion Of The Damned Novel Novels & Stories

While she was thinking about all this Dawn looked around and then saw a book that caught her eyes and said, “I have the same book in the coven as well, this bok seems at at least hundreds of years old.” She then opened the book and smiled, “my father used to tell me stories from here…” Ashley looked at the book which was named the legend, Dawn then said, “oh this legend was my favourite have you read this one?” Ashley looked at it and said, “I don’t think there is single supernatural who hasn’t heard about Zion. The most hated and despised being ever.” Dawn giggled, “and he was a necromancer, you know it was because of him all the necromancers are often looked down upon.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

Carlisle was easier than the alternative. Carlisle was warmth and certainty and the specific devastating pleasure of a body that had been awake for weeks and was not willing to go back to sleep, and all of that was louder than the stone in my stomach when I was inside it, when his hands were on me, when the library firelight was the only thing in the world.

****** THE HAND OF DEATH: Kaidën I was only six years old when my world began to crumble. It felt like any other day, filled with the innocent joys of childhood—playful laughter, bright colors, and the promise of adventure. But that day, everything changed, swallowed by an overwhelming fear that crept into my heart like a dark shadow. My father, in his misguided attempt to make me into the man he wanted, brought home the giant dogs.

“Take her to my dungeon. The cold pit. Lock her where the dead fear to go.” The warriors saluted and dragged her away, her mangled form screaming silent sobs. That dungeon was legendary—submerged in icy water that numbed the limbs and pierced the bones, with a slow-turning wheel of jagged wooden spikes that tore into flesh with every movement. No one survived that place sane. Watching them go, Damian exhaled deeply, then turned to Lucian who was now standing beside him, sword still in hand. “Gather the elders,” he said coldly. “Ten minutes. I want this over with.”

“Touch that again, and I’ll have to teach you how to beg properly.” Lydia spun. Damian stood at the threshold, shirt unbuttoned, black slacks low on his hips. Barefoot. Dangerous. She didn’t cower. Instead, she raised the photo like a weapon. “What is this?” His eyes darkened. “It’s history.” “You lied to me.” “I told you she wasn’t dead. I never said she wasn’t damned.” Lydia stepped toward him, heart slamming in her chest. “So am I, then? Another ritual? Another girl to bleed into your legacy of sin?”

LUCIEN’S POV I sat alone in Damien’s library, the late afternoon sun slanting through the tall windows, casting golden streaks across the hardwood. The air hung still, thick with the scent of old leather and dust, the shelves towering around me, their spines a quiet army of knowledge. My slippers rested on the ottoman, my jeans stretched tight, a heavy tome splayed open on my lap—The Lycan Chronicles, its pages yellowed, ink faded, a map of what I’d become.

Rain began to pour, cold and biting, but it wasn’t ordinary rain—each drop stung like acid against my skin. “This is forbidden magic,” Lucian said, his voice low and tense. “He’s desperate.” “Desperate or not, we’ll end this,” I replied, my determination hardening. The storm intensified, bolts of lightning crashing down around us. Damien was in the eye of the chaos, his laughter rising above the roar of the wind. He raised his arms, and the storm seemed to respond, its fury doubling. “You’ll all perish beneath my power!” he bellowed, his voice carrying over the battlefield.

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

Legion’s hand could almost be seen on his neck. Legion dashed towards Dali, black blood was coming out from the wound and oozing from her mouth. She didn’t look like she was going to make it. “You-you are going to pay dearly for this” Legion said as he stared at his hand covered in Dali’s blood before looking between him and Lucas “You’ll pay with everyone you love” Legion’s voice became hoarse as he was transforming in anger, underneath his eyes had black lines coming from them and his eye color had changed.