Memory's Legion Novels & Stories

I quickly said as I sat down with Aaron, cradling him to my chest. The only thing I remembered was my call to the moon goddess, but I just couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something else. It felt like after that meeting with her, I didn’t come here directly. I was taken somewhere else. Somewhere darker. But I didn’t remember it. “What did you hear me screaming about in my sleep?” I asked the soldier, stopping him as he started to make his way to the door to leave. “You seemed to be telling someone to not take your son away from you.”

And why would Lawrence know about the peculiar side effects he had when he underwent a cultivation breakthrough? Ashton had many questions to ask, but he was certain about one thing—Lawrence harbored no ill will toward him. Lawrence continued, "This is the Legion Cemetery. Like the name implies, it's where the deceased legionnaires are buried. Every single one of them buried here sacrificed their life for the country. This is something that every legionnaire takes pride in." As he led Ashton further into the cemetery, he remarked emphatically, "Only the best of the best get to become a legionnaire. At its peak, the Legion overshadowed both the Dominion Vanguard and the Empyrean Sentinel. We

"Show them how the First Blood purges a line, Natalia." Natalia smiled, a cold, lethal expression. She closed her hand into a tight fist. "Legions," she whispered. "Harvest." From the shadows of the upper ridges, the Royal Lycan Legions appeared. Hundreds of heavily armored Lycan warriors, their eyes glowing a fierce crimson, dropped from the cliffs like black meteors. They didn't shift into common wolves; they fought in their massive, semi-humanoid Lycan forms, wielding heavy iron broadswords and silver-rimmed shields.

He growled, Victor disappeared. “Oh my God!” Anabel said shaking her head, she dropped the rest of the punch and junped out of the chair, she ran over to the wall and cowered. “Where the heck did he go?” she said looking around hoping it was a magic trick. “It’s magic.” Legion said shaking his head. “What happened to your memory, when you first came here you were talking all tough and now you’re weak?” he said looking down at the punch on the floor. “You needed to drink that, now I will have to make another drink. This time you need to finish the entire thing.” He said walking past her.

Back at the house, I started throwing my things into my suitcase. I was done with his pretend amnesia act; my heart was no longer in Sebastian's grip. In a rare moment of gentleness, he looked at our wedding photo and feigned a flicker of memory. "Elena, is that us in the picture? When did we take that?" I kept my eyes on my task, packing my clothes without a glance his way, and said without a hint of warmth, "It's fake, an AI creation." That was it. I pushed him over the edge.

“I thought those were just nightmares.” “They were your memories that were suppressed due to the trauma,” Victor corrected gently. Silence stretched between them. For the first time ever, his past was starting to make sense. It was not just a blank slate. But….. “Why now? I have spent years being unaware of my identity. Why are you telling me this now?” “Because the enemies responsible for the tragedy of the Cross estate have resurfaced.” Victor said gravely. “The Cross elders recently tracked movements of the organization responsible for the attack on Cross estate.”

The first time Lyra escaped the phrontistery at Crescent Pack shealmost got lost. A phrontistery was a place where high ranked young werewolves schooled. There was only seven phrontistery in the world. One located in each continent. Lyra’s pack, the Moonstone pack, was situated in West Virginia, United States, North America. The Crescent Pack was the pack in North America that had a phrontistery. It was located in New York, United States, North America.

A company of cadets crossed in front of the officer, and the commander, a skinny little thing who rarely saw a captain much less a colonel, salted, snapped her head towards the front and called the cadence, "Your left, your left, your left, right, left..." Colonel Marco smiled, returned the salute, and fell into step. It had been more than fifteen years since he had marched to class, but it might as well have been yesterday. He remembered how the door would slam open, the cadet leader would yell,"Hit the deck," and his roommates would groan. Then came the cold floor tiles, a hot shower, and the same old breakfast. All so he could become an officer in a military organization that had survived

​This was not physical conditioning alone; it was a mental crucible. Without warning, a rush of fragmented, violent memories crashed into my consciousness. These were not my own recollections, but ancient echoes of Ignis’s primordial battles—centuries of war against colossal titans, roaring tempests of dragon fire, and the sheer, crushing weight of unmatched power. The influx of foreign memories threatened to tear my mental focus apart, sending agonizing shockwaves through my skull. My vision blurred, and blood trickled from my nose as my mind fought to process the overwhelming scale of slaughter and dominance.

"The Legion is currently at the Davao International Airport. They have four transport planes filled with 'Sleeper' units. They are going to level the city to find you." She gestured to the vast garden around them. "This is the 'Second Garden'. It is the only place on Earth that the Legion’s satellites cannot see. Stay here. Let me help you finalize the 'Omegas'. We can make the twins immune to the neural-link. We can make them truly free." Sabizina looked at Rage. She saw the conflict in his eyes. He hated his mother, but he knew the data she was presenting was logically sound. The "Phase Two" transmission she had seen earlier—it all pointed to a larger, more organized force.