Legion Of The Damned Novel Novels & Stories

The pain mixed with heat in a way that made Elias’s head spin. “You’re mine,” Damien growled against his skin. “Everyone’s going to see who you belong to.” He yanked his own sweatpants down just enough to free his cock. It was already hard and leaking. He rubbed the thick head against Elias’s hole, smearing precum over it. Elias pushed back instinctively, desperate for more. Damien didn’t tease him for long. He pushed in slowly at first, the thick head stretching Elias open. The burn was intense, but after yesterday, his body took it easier. Still, the stretch made Elias moan loudly.

The shadow moved under my feet. Then under his. The house whispered again. “Pay.” The floor split open beneath Damien. Not wide. Not enough to swallow him. Just enough for something silver to flash between the boards. A chain. It snapped around his ankle. Damien snarled. I dropped to my knees. “Lena, don’t touch it!” Too late. My fingers closed around the silver chain. Pain burned up my hand. The journal flew open beside me. One line wrote itself across the page.

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.

Chapter Title: The Price of Betrayal (Damian's POV) The night was thick with tension, the sort that slithered under your skin and sat heavy in your chest. The blast was still echoing in my ears, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I stood there, gripping Lena tightly as we watched the last flames consume what remained of Bianca's empire. It was over. At least, I hoped so. Lena trembled in my arms, and I brushed her hair back, speaking soft words. She'd been through hell and was supposed to be safe with me. The reality that she'd been kidnapped, tortured, and nearly blown up was a failure I refused to live with.

"Wait a moment. I'll find a book that contains information about the incident. Damian walked away, leaving Alex still standing, staring at Damian's library. "Here it is!" Damian shouted soon after. "Come on, come here Alex!" He invited Alex to sit down at a large table in the centre of the room. On the table was a large book sealed with a metal chain. Damian opened the chain with the same gold key. He opened the book carefully. On the first page of the book were The legacy that once was.. Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction.

Its golden eyes burned with a feral madness driven by hunger and frenzy. Noticing that most of the men of his immediate squads lay dead, Mathew made a promise to himself that he would join them soon, not as a coward but as a Legionnaire. With a yell, he launched himself to his feet, sword in hand. He swung the blade in a wide arc in front of him. Its metal met bone as he severed the hand that the beast had been stretching out towards him. A fountain of blood pumped from the jagged end of its arm where its hand was half a moment before. Mathew pressed his advantage, closing on the thing, and put his full weight upon his blade, sinking it deep into the monster’s heart, and driving its body ove

And she's surprised when the lock suddenly opens in front of her. She saw an old book inside the vault. A dusty and black old book. Her curiosity becomes even stronger. She took the book and sit on the dusty chair. She opens the pages of the book and started to read its content. "Damien died because of her beloved woman who cheated him on their wedding day. Everyone thought that he really died but actually, he didn't die. He only falls into a deep sleep. And he will rise again once he can drink the blood of a young woman. A special person that has three different kinds of blood inside her body," she stops to read for a moment to catch her breath and then continue.

"Oh, and one more thing. If you hurt him or that mate of his, I'll raise hell itself to find you and destroy you and I will not be merciful." And with that, Dagmar hung up, ending her brief relationship with the fallen angel. --- Legion cut across the terrain like a bullet, his paws barely touching the mossy wet earth as he made his way towards the pack. Every fibre in him was telling him to go back to his mate but his pack needed him too and they were in imminent danger. Just the thought of that blonde haired piece of shit being in their midst was enough to push Legion to go faster. He was baying for blood. He wanted to feel the give of flesh between his teeth as hot blood sprayed into his