My Name Is Legion: For We Are Many の小説・ストーリー

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

When they demand naming rights, legacy claims, power over something I created in heartbreak? She gripped the balcony railing so hard her knuckles blanched. Because she knew—they would come. Lycan emissaries. Royal vultures. Elders with their righteous declarations. The child wouldn’t be just hers for long. And then, a quiet, terrible voice surfaced—her mother’s again, from long ago, spoken during a blood moon rebellion: "Then we remind them why the world once bowed to our name." Nyma swallowed hard. Her back straightened.

Pups gathered around Lila, their laughter soft, weaving jasmine sprigs into chains, their small hands steady, their voices a chorus of joy, the firelight catching their trust, their eyes wide with wonder, the pack’s victory a story they’d tell, the clearing’s air vibrant, the sun’s glow a golden light, the packhouse a steady anchor, the spring’s gurgle a soft rhythm, their hope a spark, the legacy a shared flame, the whisper of future threats a distant echo, the moonflowers’ scent a sweet balm, the clearing alive with the pack’s bonds, their future a light in the darkness, the battle won, the pack’s legacy eternal. Sam stepped closer to the fire, her green eyes sweeping over the pack—Mara’s

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

They had prepared another boy, who would address people and tell a fake story to them, about what happened to the king in the Jugular. King Ogbon kingdom legions assembled at the plane, a battlefield between the two kingdoms, their camp spread all-over the valley, the watch men on top of the two mountains, and were ready to strike, they awaited a signal from their generals. And the king himself stood beside Awoditi, and it was raining and dark, yet they stood like lifeless trees under it. And the legions were vast in number, they would attack soon, because the lamp of war was already burning, and so was the sound of its drum. The trumpeters wore them high up and gathered enough carbon dioxid

A man's scream echoed roughly in a flash. Marcus witnessed two werewolves dragging a male soldier. He appears to be a member of the WW Force based on his clothing. The man struggled, even more, when he was forced to kneel in front of Althaia, who was now staring at him emotionlessly. Althaia grinned horrifyingly. "Any final words?" Marcus overheard Althaia ask the poor man. Instead of pleading for his life, the man insulted Althaia's ferocity. "All right, make the most of your petty lives now, because your race will be extinct in this world soon!"

Chapter 2 “PRINCESS Maria Isabelle De Lata, wake up there. I still have an appointment. I have many more souls to fetch today.” A baritone voice shouted right on my left ear. I immediately woke up, catching up my breath. Who the hell mentioned my full name? It’s really cringey on my end hearing that name of mine. I’m a lesbian and yet my name is so girly in nature. It always made me shiver upon hearing someone calling me that way. And I don't even know about my ancestors and why they chose “De Lata” as our last name. Maybe... my bloodline were fond of eating canned foods long ago. (De Lata is a Filipino slang term for canned foods)

"The white is lonely. It just wanted a home." The Shadow Claws fell to their knees, gasping for air. The silver fire retracted into their skin, leaving behind a fine, iridescent sheen of starlight. They weren't "Purified," and they weren't "Shadowed." They were something new. They were the first warriors of the "Genesis Legion." Lyra fell to her knees beside her son, her hands trembling as she pulled him into her chest. She felt the warmth of his skin, but it was different now. It was a warmth that carried the weight of the entire world.

I start translating the first line. --- If you're reading this, the System has failed to prevent it. Good. Now listen carefully — we don't have much time. --- I stop. Read it again. My hands are steady. My chest is not. "What does it say?" Elder Qian asks. I read it to him. His face doesn't move. But his hands, folded on his lap, tighten slightly. "Keep going," he says. I keep going. --- My name was Zephyr. Different life, same name, same soul — you'll understand that part later, or you already do, and I'm sorry either way.