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

Well, at least not in her time. The loud noise of singing, dancing, drums, sounds of musical instruments forming a beautiful symphony was thrilling to Lyra. Soon, they approached a huge gate which opened on it's own to reveal the two gigantic buildings that stood intimidatingly. The compound was filled with pack members singing and yelling in joy. “Uh.. I’m.. what..” she stumbled on her words. She was not a savior or anything. Why the hell were they screaming for joy like a God was about to grace their midst.

Xena channels my attention to Xara’s split image. “The whole legion is here,” I tell her when I see them. This is war…

And we never would be. We were a legend written in code and blood

Asinon shouted Umbra and I turned around to see Asinon, Magusion, Sacerdia, Imperatria, Cesaros, Antistion, Domino Amante, Marintia Amante, Curron, Viribios, Eremitos, Fortunia, Iustitiana, Tentorus, Morsus, Castitios, Fendron, Turros, Astronius, Lunaria, Solision, Judicion and Orbision catching up to us. Bronyium was amazed “Asinon, Magusion, Sacerdia, Imperatria, Cesaros, Antistion, Domino Amante, Marintia Amante, Curron, Viribios, Eremitos, Fortunia, Iustitiana, Tentorus, Morsus, Castitios, Fendron, Turros, Astronius, Lunaria, Solision, Judicion and Orbision… my Arcana Legion friends” said Bronyium. The Legion looked at Bronyium aka Equiatior “Equiator… our pegasus friend” said Sacerdia B

Mada asks as she helps me up from the floor. “What happened?” “They’re all gone. I think you destroyed them, Adina.” Mada replies Then we hear thousands of voices again but this time it seems more out of body. “Thank you, my Queen! You have released us from our prisons. We are free. If you ever need assistance simply say ‘Legion I call you forth,’ and we will come to repay your kindness to us.” Looking at each other Mada and I are in aw of what just happened. “Thank you, Legion. I will remember. I may need you to when it comes time to take back my kingdom from Prince Augustus.”

“Every Legion is divided into two distinct units, Cadet Molag Broner, what are those units?” I freeze for a second but I take a short deep breath to break the anxiety. “Sir, every Legion is divided into Companies and the Companies are divided into Cohorts sir!.” “Correct Cadet Molag, now first and foremost what does a Legionnaire fight for Cadet Rook?” The Cadet in question was a bulky man, roughly around my age. He would always brag about his days as a young boxer. “The Legionnaire fights for the honor and the preservation of the Remanian Empire.” The Lanistae, clearly unimpressed lets out a harsh southland curse and punches Rook in the stomach, making him clutch his stomach in pain “Cadet

He has become what nature intended. Thomas grabbed Killian’s hair and pulled his head back. Killian’s eyes were glowing a violent, pulsing red. He let out a roar that distorted the audio on the broadcast. Tomorrow, at dawn, the First Legion will march, Thomas continued. “We will cleanse the weak. We will reclaim the Source. If you wish to live, bow to the Crescent.” The screen went black.

"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.

Hope’s voice rang out, sounding like a thousand bells in a riot. My daughter was standing at the edge of the obsidian canyon, her bare feet leaving prints of black-emerald-gold light that refused to be "Verified". She wasn't fighting the Legion; she was Interrupting the Signal. "The Legion isn't an army, Mother! It’s a Server!" Hope cried out. "The World-Tree doesn't just grow in the blood—it grows in the Noise of the Rebellion!".

“Hey, ummm… do you know a Bryan by any chance?” He wasn’t asking anyone in particular, but he needed to know if his man was just crazy, or if there was a missing child around the neighbourhood. “That’s me.” Randell answered in a voice that seemed like he was far away. “Oh… is the person your dad then?” “Must be, my parents are the only ones who call me that.” Randell hated his real name since his parents would always be shouting it and quickly made everyone call him Randell since he preferred it over his given name. When someone misuses your name for terrible things like abuse, you start to hate everything that they do to you, even simple things like calling out a name.