Unscramble Legion Novels & Stories

"Keep running your mouth, and we will take you down first and pass judgment on the spot. The Legion is a relic of the past. Why would we be inferior to an organization that's being liquidated as we speak?" Ronan's voice was bone-chilling, and his killing intent was raging. He truly wanted Ashton dead. Ashton let out a short laugh. Then, right in front of Logan and the others, he spat on the ground. "The legionnaires were the ones who fought and died for this country. If they were as corrupt as you, we would have been just as pathetic and worthless as you are now. Don't compare yourselves to us. You're just a pack of parasites with no conviction. One day, I'm going to wipe every last one of y

“What’s the biggest fuck-up you’ve seen?” “Biggest?” Legion pauses, glancing back at me with a wry grin. “Legacy on a full moon. Every damn time. He’s a fucking wrecking ball. Doesn’t care who he pisses off, doesn’t care what deals he ruins.” “Sounds like fun,” I deadpan, my dislike for the kid growing more and more. Legion’s eyes are everywhere, scanning the room for threats, for anything that looks off. He moves like someone who’s used to being in enemy territory, and I respect that. But I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw clenches every now and then.

Roman cussed and Dali snarled her fangs ready to come out. Legion grabbed Roman by the neck and lifted him up in the air, he struggled to breath and fought with legion’s hands as he tried to pull it off his neck. “Watch that wicked tongue or I’d cut it, and I doubt it’ll heal” Legion threatened, This was the perfect time to attack, he came only with Dali. If Lucas executes plan b on Legion, he’ll be able to grab Dali.

DEAR GENESIS, I HAVE A QUESTION. Kaelen stood in the center of the courtyard, his iridescent violet hair swaying in a wind that had suddenly gone silent. The "Unmapped" North, once so vibrant and loud with the "Scent of the Truth," had become a gallery of frozen moments. The "Genesis Legion" warriors were statues of gold-veined fur, their eyes fixed on a horizon that had ceased to move. Even the violet lilies were suspended in mid-bloom, their petals stiff as glass.

Mauricio asked Apollo. They were all in the open ground of the square, still covered with a barrier. Lexy explained that she would not be lifting the protection spell that holds the barrier to keep their enemies blind to what is going on in the Lycan Kingdom from afar. The barrier was not visible, and anyone looking at the Kingdom from a distance would see everything to be at its usual events in the square and anywhere around it. Nothing unusual. If the vampires, who knew the rogues went to attack, would have a glance at the Kingdom, they would have been frowning to see that nothing like fighting was going on anywhere they turned their eyes to look at. And even the spies that they have sent,

To stay competitive, factions had to engage in conflicts to keep their immortal word vibrant and dynamic. Spectral Legacy, ranked seventh among the major factions, was frequently targeted by the others. Being the weakest, it often faced friction and conflicts from stronger rivals. Ragan, despite being raised by the Spectral Legacy, was quite perceptive. He recognized that the faction's situation was unsustainable. The faction's finances were strained, and the apprentices lacked motivation for their training.

Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock.