Let Sleeping Giants Lie Legion Novels & Stories

"The white is lonely. It just wanted a home." The Shadow Claws fell to their knees, gasping for air. The silver fire retracted into their skin, leaving behind a fine, iridescent sheen of starlight. They weren't "Purified," and they weren't "Shadowed." They were something new. They were the first warriors of the "Genesis Legion." Lyra fell to her knees beside her son, her hands trembling as she pulled him into her chest. She felt the warmth of his skin, but it was different now. It was a warmth that carried the weight of the entire world.

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

“What’s the biggest fuck-up you’ve seen?” “Biggest?” Legion pauses, glancing back at me with a wry grin. “Legacy on a full moon. Every damn time. He’s a fucking wrecking ball. Doesn’t care who he pisses off, doesn’t care what deals he ruins.” “Sounds like fun,” I deadpan, my dislike for the kid growing more and more. Legion’s eyes are everywhere, scanning the room for threats, for anything that looks off. He moves like someone who’s used to being in enemy territory, and I respect that. But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then.

He slipped out of the penthouse and into the cool, early morning air, feeling satisfied and free. Adrian slept on, totally alone in the dark, having no idea that the "one night stand" who just walked out was actually the son of his greatest enemy.

I raised my hand, ready to slap Joanna. Joanna screamed and fell dramatically into Jack’s arms. Before I could react, a powerful shove knocked me to the floor. My hand landed on broken shards, and blood poured out. Jack’s face darkened. “Do you have a death wish, Laura?” I ignored the pain and shouted at him through gnashed teeth, “That was my mother’s ashes!” “So what? The dead will never be more important than the living!” My eyes widened in disbelief. Before my mother passed, the one she spoke of most was him.

“I was under the impression you didn’t have a mate as yet.” I keep my face passive. “It’s complicated. Which is why I asked for an audience.” “Then please explain.” Lucini says with a grin that if I didn’t know better would be completely disarming. “We have all night.” Of course he fucking does. Vampires don’t sleep. But even now, I’m acutely aware of where my mate is, that she’s with Cain, in his bed, in his arms and more than anything, I want to storm out of this room and go join them.

The warrior sounded absolutely certain. Not arrogant. Not confident. Certain. As though the outcome had already been decided. The creature suddenly laughed. The sound rolled across the mountains. Deep. Dangerous. Amused. The Legion's leader slowly turned toward it. The creature's golden eye gleamed. "You think you can take her from me?" The snow beneath its claws began to crack. Shadow poured from between its ribs. The mountain trembled. The Legion remained unmoved. The lead warrior simply replied: "We took worlds from kings greater than you."

Xander nodded “Okay. But if we live through this I want you both gone by sun up.” Letharia spoke,“ I did what would what be best for the village and I don’t regret bringing him here! It isn’t our- The sound of broken glass resounded into Letharia's ear. She pulled out her dagger, as she looked behind her back. The village was inundated by Xorian soldiers, those below were a decoy to distract Aven.

At the voice of their superior, the two immediately sat upright. “Agent Who, sir?” “Right.” Eyeing the both of them quietly, Conner grabbed a remote and pressed a button, bringing the projector screen to life. “Who are the models?” Chloe's lips formed into an amused smile as she studied the pictures that were staring right back at her. “They are not… they are the NAG brothers .” “NAG brothers.” She repeated, not sure of what she should make of the unusual brand name. “Yes, London's finest bachelors. Billionaires to be specific.”

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.