The Last Legion Novel Novels & Stories

I dipped the cloth into the warm water wringing it. I took a good look at him, before taking a deep breath and slowly rolling the covers till it reached a little ways past his waist. Legion was defined in so many ways. I couldn't help but notice, every muscle seemed to be perfectly fitted. The dry blood stained his lower half and I decided I needed to clean his wound first so reached out to wipe, but then his hand suddenly clamped around my wrist tightly causing my heart to stop and my breath to hitch up, as Legions eyes fluttered open.

No matter how long, someday he was going to talk or confide in someone who may later spill the beans. In every battle, casualties were inevitable as sanctioned by the Geneva Convention. There were always holy and unholy troops that gave directions to the winning platoon. Solo was on the left side of the equilibrium. His presence in Subi’s life was more redemptive than it was corporative. Consequently, the young beauty accepted the consequences of her wrongdoing and promised to brave it through to the end. She planned it well and exactly as she expected, results became visible five days later.

The sweet earthy scent of the land did nothing to mask the scent of banished wolves and blood though and Legion followed it like a shark smelling blood in the ocean. The first rogue didn't even see Legion coming. The middle aged man resembled a drug addict which could have explained the slow reactions. Legion was on him in a flash, his jaws clamping down around the male's throat and ripping. The give of flesh followed by the burst of hot coppery blood filling his maw like a damn bursting was like a sweet drug to the vicious wolf. He relished in the kill, flinging the lifeless body away like a rag doll before going on the hunt for his next victim.

The Legaliath Cross was a devastating war that decimated the bloods of the Old into nearly a hundredth; only a handful of clans remained able to use magic, and even among them, few survived the assassinations that ensued as they fight for the thrones of the newly-constructed kingdoms. The last of the scrolls went back into the box. Rai tiredly closed his eyes, his fingers massaging his temples in order to ward off the impending headache. His back was stiff from sitting down for hours; the cushioned seat of his study offered no comfort at this point in time. In front of him, the bronze sheets that covered one side of the wall reflected his image. Eyes shadowed with purplish bruises, longish h

The destroyers of the Old World? "Why..." Alaric stammered. "Why haven't you killed me?" "It's Tuesday," Cyprian said, cutting a loaf of bread. "We only kill on Fridays." Vespera rolled her eyes. She sat opposite the boy. "Why do you want to kill me, Alaric?" "Because you are the Dark!" Alaric said, finding his courage. "The stories say you destroyed the Legion of Light! You corrupted the world!" "I stopped a tyranny," Vespera corrected gently. "The Legion of Light was burning villages to fuel their 'purity'. They were draining the life out of the land."

Seeing him now at the mercy of Vyrelen fuels his anger because he knows he is losing. Vyrelen stared down at the fallen warrior, his arms still at his sides. Then, at last, he whispered, voice barely audible above the cursed wind. "You were too loud, Legion. But you were never dangerous to me. If that is what you called power then you have to bury your head in shame, but don't worry, after I kill you I will do just that." "Who... who are you?" Legion stammered out. "That fire wasn't ordinary, it should have sucked you dry until your ashes remain even Lady Bana fears my fire but you did not dear it."

But since Legion was a Beta before he died and Henry is an omega, Legion’s powers were supposed to be like an additional support to his but he fully changed into a beta. Henry twitched as the powers filled him up before his eyes color went back to normal and the sole of his feet was touching the ground again. He exhaled deeply and was about walking out of the house when something liquid began to drop from his nose slowly. Henry touched his nose and looked at it, it was blood. Legion was right; he wasn’t going to last long because of his powers and now neither would Henry. ****************** Roman dashed out of the cemetery and Lucas had to run after him, he was scared after what he had heard

After all, scandals like this weren’t rare in their circle. The problem was that she exposed everything right before the marriage alliance. The Lanes could never tolerate Drew having a child with another woman outside the engagement. That would be like grinding their family’s dignity into the ground. As for the Mercers, before securing the Lanes' funding, they would never risk angering them for an illegitimate child, so they abandoned Elara and the baby. Of course, Elara refused to quietly terminate the pregnancy. Even if Drew’s feelings for her were fading, once he died someday, the combined wealth of both families would legally belong half to that child.

The silence that settled over the Meadow of the Damned was absolute, heavy, and thick with the weight of an ending. The last of the fleeing Royal enforcers had vanished into the swirling white-out of the lower valley, their frantic footprints rapidly filling with fresh, heavy snow. The secondary legion was entirely broken, their banners trampled into the crimson slush and their silver-plated armor left to rust under the bitter mountain ice. We had done the impossible; we had severed the High King’s long, reaching fingers before they could choke our fortress.

“You’re letting someone who spent her life hurting people continue to control you even after she’s dead.” I know.” He sighed. “Then stop.” I looked at him. He pointed toward the journal. “You have something important in front of you now.” My gaze followed his hand. The White Wolf. The babies. The curse. The choice. He stood. “So what are you going to do?” I didn’t answer. He looked toward the speaker. Then back at me. “You’re going to tell them, aren’t you?” I stared at the device. I could hear Traci breathing through another contraction. I could hear Fredrick giving instructions. I could hear Raiden and Zayden beside her. And suddenly the room felt far too small.