Legion Of The Damned Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Mollie said with a scrunched face. "You've heard of him?" I asked. "I've seen him. He had been burned ten times at the stakes but he always came out alive. No one knew how he did it. They said he worked for the devil himself. In some years back, he did a lot of evil rituals that drove the people of Delmoor to madness. The town was later burnt down to the ground, and now it is a beacon of all things evil. They said he had help from Bertha the witch" she scoffed.

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

I charged at him with so much anger, but as soon as he weaved my attack, I fell out of the trance, back into my body. I was no longer in control of my body! I could see, hear and smell, but that was all. I had become a secondary person in my own body. I had become something stranger that had no choice and control but to watch the havoc that was being wrecked by someone else. Tenebris stretched out his hand, and I was confused for a while. The Earth quaked, and buildings shook as there were lightning strikes all over the sky. Legion came from the West with so much speed and ended up in his hands. He released a disgustingly content laugh.

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

Chapter 18 The city lay before them, infinite and unforgiving. Shadows stretched long under trembling streetlights, the air thick with the distant scent of rain and gasoline. Lena and Noah ran. Steps rang out behind them—closer than she would have liked. Damien wouldn't give up. He was a ghost from her past, resurrected just when she'd begun to believe she was finally free. She was breathing fast, her heart racing in her chest. "We need cover."

LEGION'S POV "I should have listened to my father. It is true that the fires of Hades cannot be compared to the fury of a woman," King Damian retreated to his chair, and my eyes followed, “Erilyn gave her soul to the darkness, she was not to be forgotten so easily. Black magic became her ritual, her belief, and on the day I was mated she gave a curse, a curse she fixed with her life. My son was to be a beast like his father and his father before him, but his lust for blood would not be subdued. He would transform past the boundaries the moon had carved, he would feast on the living, mortal, and immortal, and kill even those he called beloved. Those that gave him love."

But together, they were unstoppable. Lucien growled and jumped again, trying to separate them, but Damien blocked him while Elara struck from the side. They moved as one, their attacks sharp, fast, and full of fire. Damien’s claws cut deep into Lucien’s body, and Elara’s glowing teeth tore into his leg. Lucien howled in pain. His men began to panic. Some tried to run, but Kael and the warriors blocked their path. The battle grew hotter. Damien and Lucien clashed again, but this time Elara struck harder, her golden eyes shining brighter. She slammed Lucien down and held him in place while Damien attacked his chest with sharp claws. Blood poured out, and Lucien roared in rage.

Red lightning cracked across the horizon, painting the night in crimson. “They’ve opened a tether,” Seraphina said, standing. Her voice was no longer just her own—it carried echoes. “To drag me back in.” “Can they?” Dante asked, gripping his sword. “They’re going to try.” Lucien appeared in the doorway, already armored. “Then let’s end this.” --- They rode under a bleeding sky. Bael’s ruins had transformed into a pit of madness. Symbols carved in flame lined the broken stones. Chanting rose like smoke from the streets. People danced in trance, blood smeared across their faces. Magic pulsed from the ground.

Blood rushed through my ears as I heard anger, sadness, and duty. "Fight if you can," Damien's voice came through the darkness. But if nothing is done, the realms will drown. It was a flash like I'd never felt before. There was a rush of light into the room. Across the gap, flames broke out. Shadows screamed and dissolved. Lucian was burned but still alive when he fell against the shrine. His cloak ripped. He coughed, blood dripping from his side. “Elara…” he whispered, voice broken. I dropped Aaron and ran to him, kneeling beside him, hands shaking as I dragged him toward me.

“Tell me—did you kill my son?” Lennox remained silent, only growling in response. Damien's expression hardened. “It doesn’t matter... you all deserve death.” He lunged again, swords flashing. Lennox met him head-on. The clash was deafening. I could hardly keep track of the fight—claws, blades, movements, blood. Damien swung wildly, but Lennox was quicker, stronger. One strike after another—until Lennox's claws raked across Damien’s chest, sending him crashing against the wall.