Memory's Legion Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Sophie Bennett and I had a lavish wedding. But for five years, she kept refusing to make our marriage legal. Every time, the reason was Daniel Pierce. He'd been born with a heart condition, she said. He couldn't handle the shock. We'd have to put off the paperwork a little longer. One day, I looked at the wedding photo on our table and finally asked, "His condition isn't going away. Does that mean you'll never legally marry me?" Sophie pointed at the photograph, disappointment written all over her face. "Ethan, I never knew you could be so heartless. Daniel and I grew up together. I can't just abandon him! Besides, we've done everything a married couple does. Is that pie

Their star-metal armor hummed, but their weapons remained lowered in an unsettling, suspended logic loop. "Why aren't they moving?" Dominic demanded, turning to Asher. "Elara gave them the command to destroy the invaders." "The legion's cortex was programmed by the First Lines before the split," Asher explained rapidly, his fingers flying across his wrist console. "House Valerius was one of the founding five lines. The legion's automated defensive matrix doesn't recognize the Eastern Sovereign signature as an enemy—it recognizes them as co-commanders." "Which means," Zane snarled, his daggers locking into a reverse grip, "if whoever is on that ship steps onto the pier, half of this ancient a

**** ~ Flashback ~ Before heading to the library, Evelina and Rissa are on their way to the opposite end of the class to the library. Evelina walks and she stops from her path, she just remembers that there was something she forgot. Seeing Evelina's reaction stop, Rissa asks her. "Eve, what's wrong? Is there anything you left in the classroom?" "No, I forgot something. That actually, I wanted to return the book in the library," she replied.

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

Jinyan asked, reloading his rifle. "The Scorched Earth," Echo-1 said. "If the Archive is compromised, the Legion is programmed to destroy every living thing within five miles. They are setting the jungle on fire, Jinyan. They are turning Angkor into a furnace." They scrambled through the canal, emerging into a secret exit that led to the backside of the temple, away from the main courtyard. The sight that met them was a nightmare. The jungle was no longer green; it was a wall of orange flame. The sky was black with ash, and the screams of the "Legion" children were no longer human—they were high-pitched, electronic screeches, a collective hive-mind in the throes of a terminal error.

Zandor stood outside the hut that had been his home the past million years. He had stepped outside to allow Legion and Frederick to bond privately. Legion was unaware of his true status yet, and it was going to take some time for him to regain his memories; however, Zandor hoped that befriending Frederick - who was Legion's best friend in the past - would help him regain his memories. After all, Legion had had his second Awakening, but his memories didn't come with them. It was going to take much more than a regular power boost to return the Alchemy God of the past to the present.

It was crude, jagged, and familiar. ​"It looks like the First Forge," I whispered, the memory of my home flickering in the darkness like a dying candle. "But it's too big. It's the size of a continent." ​"It’s not a forge," the mercury corrected. "It is the Cenotaph. It is the collective memory of every surgeon who regained their humanity and was discarded for the error. It is the place where the Discord began."

He added, Legion was about taking the glass to his lips when he paused and bust out in a soft chuckle before dropping it back on the table and turning to face Henry. “You talk so innocent it turns my inside” Legion answered in disgust, “Now, if I killed your entire family, would you come for only me?” He threw the question at Henry; he paused for a while to think about. “No! I would come for yours and everything related to you!” Henry answered sharply and Legion gave a sharp and satisfied nod. “Good, Nimueh is trying to get to me. She won’t go straight, she would kill anything and everything related to me and she won’t stop till I feel emotional damage.” He finished with a small uncomfortabl

"That's really interesting then. The 'heir' that Martin longed for so much that he was willing to kill his fiancee turns out to be… mixed-race?" "I didn't do it!" Lilian had a complete emotional breakdown at that. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at me. "So what if the child is different than usual? That's still top-tier genetics! It's a hundred times better than a woman like you who can't have children!" Her words silenced the entire room. Martin's parents stood frozen in place as if struck by lightning. Top-tier genetics? That phrase felt so familiar. Suddenly, I recalled something. That once-in-a-century, top-tier genetics from the Almoran tribal chief that was worth 200 mil

Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock.