The Last Legion Novel Novels & Stories

Zara took it upon herself to patiently explain to me the hierarchy of a werewolf pack as we walked to the cafeteria to have our lunch. She started with the Alpha -which was actually what Nathan was, unsurprisingly- continuing with the Beta (David) and Delta (Christian), finishing with the warriors -which was actually what all three female wolves in Nathan's gang were- and then the omegas and the lone wolves. She told me that the lone wolves were simply families or even single wolves who made the choice of living a life in solitude, away from pack grounds or rules. They respected the universal laws of keeping away from any claimed territory and the vow of secrecy from the human world, general

Drake turned to motion towards Angel, "My dear friend here is very hungry if you can give him something to eat, I will gladly get rid of any monsters you wish.” “We don’t have much but if you can kill those damn monsters we can certainly spare something.” They looked up to see an older version of the little girl holding a rifle. “Names Alexis Romanov and she’s my little sister, Akilina. Come in and we’ll talk.” Drake stood up, “That would be good.” He turns toward Angel again and holds out his hand. Angel walks ahead of Drake and they follow the girls into the Cabin.

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.

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

It just breaks my heart to see her like this. "Well, I am a Lycan, Chris and Nate are also Lycans as well. We are like you, but a little bigger.You, my little mate are what is called a werewolf shifter. To my knowledge, you are what we believe to be the very last of your kind." I hook my finger under her chin so I can look into her eyes, and slowlybrought my lips to hers. She gasped as soon as our lips touched with an explosion of sparks between us.

Elena said, "though I suspect you simply didn't want to miss watching Marcus Vale finally answer for everything." Something fierce and satisfied crossed Yara's face. "That too," she admitted, and Elena felt a fresh wave of gratitude for the strange, hard-won found family this past month had assembled around her, considerably different from the household she'd lost but no less genuine for its unlikely origins. The Legion began its march south shortly after, twelve thousand men moving in disciplined formation through Blackthorn's outer gates, banners snapping in the cold morning wind, and Elena rode near the column's center with the command entourage, Ronan beside her on his own mount, Silas c

A vision where the Vega name is reduced to ash under Legacy Vega’s rule. It's not my place to speak about it, so I have never mentioned it to her. But I have a feeling my mother must have said something before she Ascended because my sister no longer has a carefree attitude. “Where is the Lycan Prince anyway?” I ask as I pour myself one last glass of bourbon. Bonding with my eldest nephew has never been one of my favorite things, although I wouldn’t say it goes the same for his little brother, Legion, who is a pleasure to be around.

Lynn stumbled but caught herself, bracing her shield steady. Alexia wiped sweat from her brow, her eyes narrowing as she moved into place. There was power in this. Togetherness. A cadence that flowed through us like a shared current. I'd been driving them harder than usual, half through instinct, half through fear I couldn't shake. And then it came. It was as though air detonated. A scream—not human, not of this world—ripped the air apart. The sky grew dark as though night had burst free of its restraints and descended. Shadows spilled across the training area, and from them. emerged Legion.

she hummed, a swirl of a dark cloud dancing around her fingertips. Legion remained stoic, steady eyes searching hers with the utmost displeasure. A foot apart from the witch seemed to be drowning his senses in the foul stench by which dark magic left. Something that displeased both him and Xeric. "If I did desire a play of magic into certain things, I would certainly not be foolish enough to opt for the darkest of its kind," Legion gritted, lifting his gaze from the witch. His eyes darted to the closed door, "Not while you hold a prisoner behind this very door."

However, seeing how these books were still very new, it didn't seem like it was touched. “What are you all looking for? I've been watching you run along this place for hours and you have yet to tell me what we are still doing here.” Legion asked, he propped himself on one hand and stared at me. I could feel his perverse stare and it made me feel like worms crawled on my skin. “Take your eyes off her or else…” Joshua growled out, his voice went a pitch deeper. Legion chuckled as he raised his hands up in a surrendering motion.