Unscramble Legion Novels & Stories

"Uhmm, ye-" "No-" " a little, " "Sort of" They both spoke at the same time making it more awkward. My gaze traveled between them confused. Ally and I also exchanged looks. "What we mean is,” legion began clearing his throat, “Caleb, is like a father to me, but he is not my father,” Legion finally said, glaring down at Caleb. A little too harshly for a father figure in my opinion. I nodded, smacking my licks as I looked for a way to relieve the dry awkwardness that had eloped around us.

Lucas smiled, wondering why these people failed to understand his words. "Go, Apocalyptic Legion." Following Lucas' order, the Apocalyptic Legion flew out. These Gene Fighters of the Chevor family weren't a match for the Apocalyptic Legion. Not long after, screams began to ring out incessantly.

Their hair flowed like liquid fire in the digital wind, their emerald-crimson eyes reflecting a future that the Legion was designed to prevent. "Darlene, the canyon floor... it’s reading as Tactical Debt!" Leo’s voice rang out, his indigo runes turning a brilliant, celestial sapphire. My son was kneeling at the edge of the obsidian glass, his hands moving through the data-rain as if he were catching bullets. "The Primal Front is built on the Memory of the First Defeat! To move forward, you have to prove that the 'Too Much' energy can survive the Weight of the Legion!". From the clinical grey phalanx, a figure emerged.

Several computers appear to be placed on a table arranged in an L shape, and five white capsules with glass windows on them are placed lying in front of the line of computers. “That’s a photo of our trial room. The entire computer and capsule lineup is the Large Hadron Collider’s Event Horizon Data Extractor and Analyzer system – LEHDEA. We nicknamed it Lidia, to make it easier to pronounce. The five capsules are essentially similar to Magnetic Resonance Imaging, MRI,”explained Harso. Rajata and Kalyana were amazed at all of that.

Rowan and Elara flanked her, silent but alert, their shared bond pulsing like a living pulse within the air. The figure raised its hand. The mist thinned, revealing the **Legion** that stood behind it warriors clad in rune-forged armor, helms sculpted into snarling beasts, weapons glowing with a cold, inner fire. They moved with perfect unity, not one footfall ahead of another. And when they stopped, the earth beneath the pack shivered. Elias was the first to whisper the word. “Ancients.” Callen shook his head. “That’s impossible. The Ancients were dust. Stories for pups.”

Why am I like this? Leo and I would joke about sci-fi movies being creepy because of the creatures and monsters. Well, monsters are real and they look just like people. I don't think I'm okay right now. ... Annie Leo clenched his hair between his fists, for the life of him, not understanding anything. What the hell did she mean 'it happened again'? What happened? What did her uncle do? What did he do that was so fucked up that she's this messed up because of it?

Zaliver, the Lupus Deus. My mate.

"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.

“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

As it descended, the temperature dropped, the humidity replaced by the sterile, recycled air of a high-tech lab. The doors opened to a vast, subterranean chamber. It was filled with glass pods, each one illuminated by a soft, amber light. Inside the pods were infants—dozens of them. They were identical. "The Legion," Vira whispered, her hand sweeping over the room. "The Architect realized that individual heirs are prone to... complications. They fall in love. They develop consciences. They rebel. But a legion? A legion is a collective. They are raised in a hive, taught one language, one purpose. They are the ultimate corporate officers. No ego. No betrayal. Only the Lu-Sheng interest."