Watch Dogs: Legion Bloodline Novels & Stories

“What does that mean?” The doctor gave him a solemn look, then turned back to the tablet in his hands, scrolling through the information as Gingi continued. “The genetic marker traces back to what we call the Lyan line—an ancient and royal bloodline among wolves. A lineage said to be one of the first, the strongest. The Lyan wolves were considered the kings and queens of our kind, their blood pure and their strength unmatched. Over the centuries, the line faded. And with it, the genetics that accompanied it. But it seems... it has resurfaced in your children. In your blood, Lauren. You’re a Lyan.” I think my heart stopped.

“I’ll be cautious. Got to go.” Diana hung up the phone and zipped her suitcase. Before it turned dark she had every intention of searching the woods for further clues concerning the red lupus garou—not a wild dog, a mixed wolf-dog breed, or as some thought, a pit bull that some bastard had trained to kill his victims—that might be killing the women.

To claim her now was to sign her death warrant. "Your weakness," Theron said softly. He looked up then, and I saw the disappointment in his eyes, the same look he had given my father when my father had chosen my mother over the purity of the line. "Your father thought he could control the bloodline, too. He thought love could override nature. We know how that ended." The room went quiet. The fire in the hearth popped, sending sparks up the chimney like souls escaping. "She must be marked," Marrock said. "Or she must be expelled. Those are the only options. You know the Law. A female with the marker cannot roam free. She is a beacon. She calls the old things. The burned Mate cursed us—her blo

He looks at his shoulders where the wolf had bitten him that was now covered in blood, he had also been given a nasty cut on his left leg and back and he wasn't healing as fast as he should because of how deep his injuries were and it was beginning to make him feel dizzy from all the blood he was losing from his cuts. He was fighting alongside the alpha and beta and the war was not going as they had planned it would. The Sivercrest pack had calculated their plans from the start as they had placed spies in their pack who were feeding them with all the pieces of information concerning their plans for the war. Lots of the wolves of the Bloodmoon Pack lay dead on the ground and the rest of them

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.

“You work for him?” “I worked for the Order before any of you were born.” She stepped closer, and the air warped around her like heat. “You think the bloodline began with wolves? You think this is about packs?” “Then what is it about?” “Balance.” The ground beneath me split slightly, faint lines glowing like magma. “I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to.” Her gaze flicked to the horizon. “He’s alive. The bond would have broken if he wasn’t. You can still feel him, can’t you?”

After all, their aim is just to get rid of beings that are not human, and they even risk their lives in the process. That tells her the dangerous situation they are in. It’s not always a good thing when one is caught in a war between the hunters and vampires and werewolves. But then, there’s also Kaidan who possesses the abilities of a dragon. She already figured out that he must be Cassian’s deadly weapon against the hunters. The headmistress doesn’t know about him yet. Then definitely, the hunters have no idea also. Cassian finished laying the bed and when he noticed her mind had drifted far, he brought it back.

“Killian?” Victor’s silence was answered enough. Sarah clenched her jaw. “You swore you’d never call him again.” Victor turned to her fully, his expression as cold as steel. “And I never thought someone would dare to touch my daughter.” Sarah swallowed hard. Killian Drake known as the Bloodhound was not just any werewolf. He was a tracker unlike any other, a ruthless hunter who never failed to find his prey. Once he was set on a scent, nothing in the world could stop him.

Elias jumped into the air, landing on four blond paws, growling as he bit the arm of the Hellhound. "Ooowwlll!!!" Black fur covered the Hellhound, his eyes glowed a bright red, and fangs protruded from his mouth. He bit at Xander's wolf, but he quickly darted out of the way, and Elias rammed into him, going low flipping the Hellhound over his back. Deven landed with a thud against the concrete, tiled floor. But he quickly sat up and backhanded Xander, sending him flying backward. Then Elias jumped on him, pinning him to the floor.

"Yes, Dad." Dad and Mom got in their car to go back to the city. From what I heard, the new leader of the Legion will take over, and all the members of the Claw council should be there. The Legion is the organization run by humans that ended the feud between werewolf and their kind. The government supports and respects the founding members of the Legion. Our faith would depend on the next leader. MIA'S POV Mom drove me to the library, where Davon was already waiting for me. He woke up early this morning to inform Mrs. Olsen that I'll be late because of my ankle.