Let Sleeping Giants Lie Legion Novels & Stories

Obediently, I turned to see Lazarus and Vincenzo in a stare battle of some sort. “You are getting too reckless. Your impatience can cost us everything that I have worked hard to build. My legacy!” Lazarus spat out. Vincenzo shrugged and I knew he was winning. “While you had laid low here with your puppets, I have tasted how the Underboss tears down the rest of the gangs! Your legacy would be nothing but a shamble if you do not let me make a move now. You should have dealt with the Axtons when you had the chance to…”

They were lying close to each other, bathed in the golden warmth of the sunlight. They looked like all the loving couples in the world. My dad even winked at me. It wasn’t until a few green-headed flies landed at my feet that I snapped back to reality, collapsing to my knees in weakness. Just then a maggot fell from the corner of my dad’s eye.

Chloe stood nearby, tears welling in her eyes, her body trembling as she sensed the tide turning against her. "Now," I declared, addressing the room, "I will show all of you exactly what happened the day Charles came into my room. I’ll prove that the video displayed for the world to see was fake—an AI-generated lie." I opened the video on Mr. Grey’s phone and held it up for Stanley to see. The footage played, clear and undeniable. Stanley’s eyes widened in shock as the truth unfolded before him. The video showed Charles entering my room that day, his intentions clear as he tried to force himself on me. I pushed him away, my fear evident, and fled outside. The reality was stark, unfiltered, a

“Let's get drunk on champers and choccies, and spill our nastiest sex stories.” “I’ll drink to that,” comes the voice of Kaia as she walks out of her bedroom. “I could use the fucking time off after birthing vampire babies who stay babies for five years before growing into terror toddlers.” “Ooh. I do not envy you,” Kira quips from behind us. “Legacy is like twenty toddlers in one, while Legion is a literal saint.” “Legacy and Legion? Those are some badass names for kids,” Rebecca says as we reach the bottom stairs, only to walk into a literal pillow bed all over the living room floor.

"And I have you. That’s what the Tower wants. It wants to strip us of the one thing that keeps us human." Suddenly, the ground beneath us began to vibrate. From the gray mounds, figures began to rise. They weren't wolves or humans. They were hollowed-out shells of warriors, their armor rusted and their eyes glowing with a faint, ghostly blue light. "The Lost Legion," Zade said, stepping in front of me. He bared his fangs, but his magic was struggling in this realm. "They feed on the living. Stay close, Lyra. Use the Void!"

" Matthias called out. When Matthias finished speaking, countless powerful and terrifying auras suddenly erupted across East Mountain. The sky seemed to darken, heavy clouds gathering ominously. A group suddenly appeared to the east of the 4000 Crimson Titans warriors. Five figures at the forefront unleashed terrifying auras, charging into the center of the Crimson Titans' formation with unstoppable momentum. "We're Lambda, Upsilon, Delta, Eta, and Pi of the Legion of the Unbreakable. We stood by Lord Matthias to destroy our enemies!" To the west, another five figures appeared; behind them, ten more. In other directions, more people emerged. "Chi, here with Lord Matthias to annihilate our fo

What if Evangeline used him against them? Suddenly, Lucian stopped, his senses alert. "Listen." Aria held her breath, straining to hear. A low, guttural growl echoed through the air, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. "Gargolyles," Lucian said, his voice low. "Ancient creatures, guardians of the Spire. They're fiercely territorial." They prepared for battle, their senses heightened. The gargolyles emerged from the shadows, their bodies a grotesque blend of stone and flesh, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light. They were massive creatures, their wings spanning the width of the narrow path.

“What… what else?” Nathan gave her a humorless laugh. “What else? You have no idea the hell you’re dancing with, Amira. The Dark Syndicate is not just some gang or backstreet mafia. They’re an alliance older than either of us, with roots sunk into every major criminal empire on this continent. Their hands are everywhere. From arms smuggling, high-grade narcotics, blood money laundering, human trafficking, underground auctions… even assassinations for the right price.” Her stomach churned, but she forced her voice to stay steady. This sounds familiar “Like the mafia?”

I squinted at the screen, about to decline the call and return to my dreams, when my eyes caught the time at the top corner. 8:48 a.m. My eyes widened and I immediately sat up. How did I sleep so late? I never slept past seven, even on weekends. . I threw the duvet off my body and swung my legs over the bed in a rush. And that was when I noticed it. My duvet was lilac. Not orange. I froze. My brows furrowed as I stared down at it. I didn't even own a lilac bedsheet. Slowly, confusion crept in and my eyes began scanning the room. Large windows covered by cream curtains.