Memory's Legion Novels & Stories

A drop of his power reached for me in a similar fashion, and when our powers met, the sensation was different from anything else I've ever felt before. Images flashed through my mind, like thinking about old memories except they weren't mine. I saw people I didn't recognize in places that looked vaguely familiar. I remembered the feeling of holding my children close, even though I didn't have any. I remembered fighting to my last breath to protect them and the rest of the Family as they were all hunted down like criminals. I started to take a step back as I realized exactly what Poe was; who he was. Don't break the connection, Poe's voice whispered in my mind. I don't have the strength to he

The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand. The wolf whimpered some more, in pain and fear as he landed on the ground. He had this sad look in his eyes; the boy felt even sorrier for him. He then suddenly got this excruciating pain in his head. Holding his head with both hands and he fell to his knees from the pain. It was as if something was trying to claw its way out of the deepest part of his mind. He was remembering something; something he would much rather forget and that something else would much rather keep out of his mind. *****************************************************

Lena cried out, rushing to his side as he groaned in pain. “You misunderstand,” the Guardian said. “This is not a battle of strength. It is a test of will and heart. Only the worthy may proceed.” --- Before anyone could respond, the chamber shifted. Lena found herself alone in a spinning vortex of memories as the floor beneath them vanished. She imagined herself grasping her mother's hand during her childhood. Her heart felt comforted by her mother's smile, yet as the memories shifted, it quickly became ashes. Lena was left to face the world by herself when the shadows took her mother away and devoured her.

Emotions overwhelmed Lila: devastation from her brother's capture, hope flickering from her visions of the temple, and a profound empathy for the wounded that drove her forward despite the fear clutching her heart like the cliff's edge. Veyra lurked in the mist-shrouded crevices above, her raven-haired form blending with the shadows, blood-red eyes glowing like embers in the fog. At twenty-five, her pale skin contrasted sharply with her dark robes, the bone tattoo on her neck throbbing black as Fang—her gaunt, black-furred wolf—howled silently within her, savoring the impending violence. Emotions twisted in Veyra: exhilaration at the ambush's setup, contempt for the "weak" Dawn Pack, and a f

Cain murmurs half asleep, but Aeron is already there, pulling the covers back, showing what my body already knew, but my mind is only just cottoning onto. It’s wet, soaking between my legs. My waters have broke. I look across at Aeron in shock, but he just smiles back. “You’re in labour.” “But it’s too soon.” I gasp. Cain picks me up, scooping me into his arms. “No, it’s not.” He replies. “These are Lycan pups remember.” I nod, leaning into him. For a moment, I’d forgotten that part, forgotten that Aeron and Cain were Wolves, that any of this world existed and that I’m not having human babies. I’m having pups. Lycan pups at that.

I allowed my old self to enter as I opened my eyes and focused as she had asked. The room looked like a hologram or multiple streams of memories that were making their way back in my head. Some of the memories were a fraction because the only clear face I could see was Adam. I moved around looking at every emotion in the memories that were flashing before my eyes. I was beginning to remember my brother and the memories were not stopping. I looked at each flash one by one as the pieces were coming into place before I stopped and looked at the one that had triggered me. I walked closer as I focused on the memory once more.

Hellios' POV I was on my way to the training room to meet up with him but a Neo called out to me. Neo's are part of a small group inside the Legion that are called Grays. Grays are those who are a regular member of the Legion, responsible for the papers. Researching, identifying the target, making fake id's and providing informations for the Director and the four sectors. “Manslayer!” Sigaw nito. Nilingon ko ito at hinintay kong makalapit siya sa akin. He was catching his breath when he stopped in front of me.

But before I could say or do anything else he suddenly took a firm hold of my arm, his weirdly glowing eyes being the last thing I saw before my head tilted back on its own volition, plunging deep into a whirlpool of images and memories that weren't even mine. I could see two little girls, both so small and chubby as they played in a garden filled with flowers, their round little faces illuminated by joy and laughter as they chased each other... Faster than I could blink, I suddenly found myself sifting through another memory, looking at a small boy with inky black hair and vivid green eyes, his gaze so lost and sad as he looked at the large and black wooden box lying before him, muddled cha

Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you The light turned green. The silver gray Mercedes S600 cruised down the freeway, travelling south. There's a time that I remember When I did not know no pain When I believed in forever And everything would stay the same Ethan was sitting in the front passenger seat with so much soft leather around him that he could barely hear the 389 horsepower,6-liter engine...

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.