The Legion Of The Damned Book Novels & Stories

Its golden eyes burned with a feral madness driven by hunger and frenzy. Noticing that most of the men of his immediate squads lay dead, Mathew made a promise to himself that he would join them soon, not as a coward but as a Legionnaire. With a yell, he launched himself to his feet, sword in hand. He swung the blade in a wide arc in front of him. Its metal met bone as he severed the hand that the beast had been stretching out towards him. A fountain of blood pumped from the jagged end of its arm where its hand was half a moment before. Mathew pressed his advantage, closing on the thing, and put his full weight upon his blade, sinking it deep into the monster’s heart, and driving its body ove

“Take her to my dungeon. The cold pit. Lock her where the dead fear to go.” The warriors saluted and dragged her away, her mangled form screaming silent sobs. That dungeon was legendary—submerged in icy water that numbed the limbs and pierced the bones, with a slow-turning wheel of jagged wooden spikes that tore into flesh with every movement. No one survived that place sane. Watching them go, Damian exhaled deeply, then turned to Lucian who was now standing beside him, sword still in hand. “Gather the elders,” he said coldly. “Ten minutes. I want this over with.”

We both knew the side effect of Demonic mind-links for mates was that we could feel everything, and our mates would, too. I smirked at our mates and explained everything to them quickly, yet even though they blushed and were unsure, they agreed to go ahead with the ritual needed. As we all agreed, we went to the outside garden, with Madame Serena taking the lead. Once we reached our destination, I concentrated, summoning the ancient Book of the Damned from a swirling, shimmering gold vortex. With the book in hand, I confidently stepped toward the center of the expansive garden, surrounded by the beauty of nature.

“Ok, Damien how did you know that?” “Look, just be careful okay? Because all I know is that Metatron will ask for your blood but don’t give it to him” “Ok, I see, I have to go now” she said moving back “Ok let me break it down for you” he said putting his hands in his pocket and she stopped—she shouldn’t have “Metatron was a general of all the Legions of Leviathans, they were powerful creatures but he rebelled against God and fought God but was defeated woefully” he said

Chapter Title: The Price of Betrayal (Damian's POV) The night was thick with tension, the sort that slithered under your skin and sat heavy in your chest. The blast was still echoing in my ears, but I didn't flinch. Instead, I stood there, gripping Lena tightly as we watched the last flames consume what remained of Bianca's empire. It was over. At least, I hoped so. Lena trembled in my arms, and I brushed her hair back, speaking soft words. She'd been through hell and was supposed to be safe with me. The reality that she'd been kidnapped, tortured, and nearly blown up was a failure I refused to live with.

I followed my ruined corpse all the way to the mass grave. My limbs were twisted at unnatural angles, my body covered in crisscrossing bruises, my face drained of every drop of color—like a weed that had been stomped flat by a hundred boots. Soon, a pack of mangy stray dogs caught the scent of fresh meat. Their eyes glowed hungry and green in the darkness as they circled in. At first, they just tugged at the edges of my clothes. Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh.

He couldn’t even form proper words anymore, just desperate, blabbering sounds as Damien ruined him. Damien leaned over him, biting the back of his neck hard enough to make Elias whimper. He fucked into him even harder. “I’m going to breed this hole every single day while they’re gone,” Damien growled against his skin. “Pump you full of cum until you’re leaking me for hours. Until you can’t think about anything else but taking my load.” The filthy words hit Elias like a shockwave. His whole body tightened. “Ahh…! Mmmh—! Damien…!” he moaned, voice cracking. “I… I can’t… it’s too much… unngh…!”

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

Chapter 15:The Debt Collection The red-veined granite of the canyon floor was slick with the cost of treason. The screams of the Southern Alliance echoed off the high cliffs, drowning in the heavy, systematic rhythm of the Royal Lycan Legions. It wasn't a battle; it was a clinical extraction.

- asked Miguel, looking with hopeful eyes at the two friends sitting at the table with him now. - Well, if she pushed that guy away then... I guess so.- Maria replied and shrugged.- What happened to Nadir is what surprises me most. If she's just a succubus, how could have grown wings? According to the division of demons in this book, from which I have copied the ritual, only Fallen Angels have wings, and certainly not succubus.- she added, clearly still surprised by this. - You mean Nadir wasn't a succubus?- Juan asked, not understanding any of this. In general, all the supernatural things that had happened recently hadn't gotten to him yet, but he just decided to go with the flow.