Memory's Legion Novels & Stories

Claud added. The Thunder God Organization members were startled. 'What does he mean by a few Rank 5 Zombies?' 'Could it be that this person is from the Dark Race?' "I must correct you there. They are part of my Apocalyptic Legion," Lucas said. Apocalyptic Legion!!! The name itself was domineering. "Quit your act. My master will be here soon. When that time comes, I won't give a sh*t about what legion you have. You will die!" "The same goes for everyone. Everyone will die!"

She was the quietest of the council and the wisest, I would not be surprised if she comes from a place in Northshore which people are known for their knowledge. “Two hundred and fifty thousand?” I questioned. “My legion is just barely ten thousand.” “You have the smallest legion.” Kayd replied me offhandedly. “My queen?” Arius said and when I looked at him, the question was clear in his eyes. There was no other choice, it was the least thing for us to do, something which everybody already expected. People would not think something is wrong and that was something which everybody need now. To be calm. I gave a barely visible nod and Arius sighed.

"I can't remember the smell of the lilies. I can't remember the taste of the mother’s milk. Every time the grey light touches me, a little piece of the 'Before' goes away." Nyx didn't answer. He couldn't. The "Bleaching" had claimed his voice, turning his vocal cords into a series of dry, vibrating reeds. He could only watch as the warriors of the "Genesis Legion" huddled in the center of the courtyard, their eyes wide and vacant. They weren't in pain; they were in a state of sensory poverty. They were wolves who could no longer smell the pack, and that was a fate worse than death.

' Omega accused I was going to give a thousand reasons as to why it wasn't my fault and actually all three of us, 'Alpha could have just said she was in danger but no he had to go all psycho on me and melt things up while giving me horrid flashbacks,' I retorted feeling very much guilty, however. Alpha growled and only said one word that started a fire burning deep within me. LEGION. A dark thought settled through me sending a shiver down my spine so intense it suddenly felt like the world had gone deathly quiet. I felt more angry than angry in that lingering second, so ANGRY the streetlights began to flicker and my eyes swarmed a universal color, there was one thing all three of us agreed o

The silver fire exploded outward. Snow vaporized. Stone cracked. A shockwave tore across the mountain pass, throwing warriors from their feet. The Black Legion staggered. Even the creature was forced to brace itself against the blast. Lyra dropped to her knees. Pain ripped through her skull. Not physical pain. Memory. Thousands of memories. Thousands of lives. None of them hers. The world disappeared. Again. She stood beneath a black sky. Not as Lyra. As someone else.

We believe, or rather diagnosed that she has May-Hegglin anomaly," Dmitri reported his findings. "Doctor, how did my mom acquire this disease ?" Leonardo Emerson asked. "May-Hegglin Anomaly is a genetic disorder that occurs when only a single copy of an abnormal gene is inherited from either parent," Dmitri explained. "My son, Leonardo is healthy and doesn't have any symptoms or incident for this disorder. Do you think that there is a risk of still passing the thrombocytopenia to our next generations ? Melvin Emerson questioned with concern. "Yes, Mr. Emerson. It is a very rare disease but the risk and possibility of passing it down to the next generation still remains," Dmitri did not mince

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

“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.

Elena said, "though I suspect you simply didn't want to miss watching Marcus Vale finally answer for everything." Something fierce and satisfied crossed Yara's face. "That too," she admitted, and Elena felt a fresh wave of gratitude for the strange, hard-won found family this past month had assembled around her, considerably different from the household she'd lost but no less genuine for its unlikely origins. The Legion began its march south shortly after, twelve thousand men moving in disciplined formation through Blackthorn's outer gates, banners snapping in the cold morning wind, and Elena rode near the column's center with the command entourage, Ronan beside her on his own mount, Silas c