My Name Is Legion: For We Are Many Novels & Stories

I asked him. “You know his name, he is a member of your legion, you should refer to him by his title and nothing else.” Arius raged. “It is my legion, you have no power over what I chose to refer to them as. Besides Sorens is different.” I answered with an absent smile on my face. “He is special.” “You ought not to do anything with him, it is against the laws and it is not right, you my queen should not touch any man…” Arius started with a list of rules which he has done practically everything on it just the opposite.

"That was way more impressive than anything my sparring partners can do." Now it was Legion's turn. He stepped forward, and Lynn immediately noticed how different his presence felt compared to Bana's. Where Bana moved like a hunter, Legion moved with confidence and power. He was taller than Bana, with broader shoulders and a more muscular build that suggested he relied more on raw strength than stealth and trickery. "I am called Legion," he said, his voice deeper and rougher than Bana's had been. "I was created to be a cindercloak warrior, master. My power comes from fire and metal, and I fight with weapons that I create myself."

“They even said him being there for tens or hundreds of years wasn’t impossible, meaning that while he may still look like a child…” “His experience may be equivalent to an old man’s.” Legion ended the statement, casting a small smile at the others. “Standing here will yield nothing. Let’s go speak to our leader.” Abe patted Legion’s shoulder and went after Aegeus. The others glanced at each other and followed after Abe and Aegeus. … *Neigh*

Of course, I anticipated this so it was no surprise that they showed up. They are the warriors of the Red Legion which is where we had planned to come. Known to be deadly and quick in finishing enemies off due to their intense killing routine as training. To get past them would take a miracle, as so I heard. Fortunately, I didn’t come with my men or it would seem like I came here for an attack. “We come in peace,” I announce loud enough for all of them to hear. My hands are raised high above my head in an act of surrender just so they could get the memo that we are not here for a clash.

“It isn’t my fault they didn’t want to surrender willingly. At some point in the future… the Midnight Legion will occupy the entire continent and all the other insignificant packs will join hands with us.” “Do you know why they want to join us, Axel?” Ajax asked his brother who had been clueless all this time. “Ajax, I’m warning you. Stop.” Ares hissed at him once again, hoping for his older brother to listen. “It is the perk of the Midnight Legion to have a Lycan. We cannot let Father’s hard work go to waste. That is why I am building an empire that will last for ages. However, I must utilize all of you, because I cannot rule five empires alone.”

' 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 Sullivan side. “Our boys.” I say grinning. “You need to decide names.” Axel says. I look at Cain and Aeron. We haven’t discussed names. After everything we went through, I didn’t want to jinx anything, so I refused to even have the conversation though I know it was ridiculous. “What do you think?” Aeron says. I shrug. “What do you think?” I reply. Cain leans across the bed with our second born as Lexie passes our firstborn for me to hold. He feels so light in my arms. So fragile.

You didn't come into this world with a crown, yet you act as if you deserve one. "And if you really think having some screws loose gives you the right to do whatever you want, then yes, I'd be scared." My mouth might as well have been dipped in venom. After a few rounds of this, Ken's shoulders were trembling with stifled laughter. His team members behind him were also turning red, trying not to laugh. Dustin and Sandy turned livid, left speechless with no way to save face. Finally, forced by wounded pride, they scoffed, "We won't stoop to arguing with someone like you!"

The air suddenly turned freezing cold. The forest surrounding the temple fell silent. Then... They appeared. Thousands upon thousands of armored warriors emerged from the mist. Unlike the Shadow Legion, they made no sound. Their armor was black as obsidian. Their eyes burned with empty blue fire. Each carried an ancient weapon etched with forgotten symbols. Liam swallowed hard. "They're dead..." Orion nodded grimly. "The Fallen Legion." "The greatest army ever assembled." "They were buried after the First Age." Magnus tightened his grip on his axe.

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.