It's Christmas time, and the Heroes Legion are heading south for the winter...to where the action is about to heat up. Sea foam Island, Atlanta's former foster home, has come under siege by a wall of water and an army of Atlantean Soldiers who are following the orders of the "King of Atlantis." The Heroes Legion go with Atlanta back to the Caribbean and to the kingdom under the ocean to solve the mystery, only to find the answers waiting for them to find are lined with a trap that might very well spell doom for Atlanta and all she holds dear.

WATTYS 2016 WINNER Untouchable. Stone. Jewel - these are some of the names used for people who are born with a gemstone at the centre of their forehead. This unfortunate phenomenon cannot be detected before birth, it cannot be prevented, if a family has a Jewelled child, there is only one outcome: Before they're sixteen, they will have to leave human society forever and serve "the Zephyr". Among the Jewels there are those who have it worse. Those who sport clear diamonds on their foreheads, the Undefined. The downtrodden, the unlucky - the doomed. Cello Riles and Syianne Locke are both Undefined. On their sixteenth birthday, they each leave their homes and travel across the country to the Zephyr, attempting to go into service. Though aside from the place, or thing, that will take them from human society forever - what IS the Zephyr? There are only questions promised, only shadowy riddles guaranteed. Yet faced with no other choice they must venture forth and plunge into the unknown - the Zephyr. [A big thanks to @stpolishook for being a wonderful friend and helping me figure out how to write a better synopsis] COVER BY Abyss-of-Crazy

The Heroes Legion have barely recovered from their battle with the Arch-villain "Meta-Master" when the villain decides the next move he can take against his new enemies...is to fight fire with fire. By way of an exposure to an unknown element, he transforms a group of high school delinquents into partially active Metahumans known as the Made-Men. Meta-Master gives them this challenge: Defeat the Heroes Legion, and he will reward them by fully activating their dormant powers. But one among the Made-Men isn't interested in staying a "foot soldier" to Meta-Master's growing Army of Metahumans, and makes a play for more power that will put the whole city in danger.

While Stephanie Walker deals with an unscrupulous overzealous rivals attempts to discredit the "vigilantes" as "dangerous Menaces" to the city. The Heroes Legion face off against their toughest challenge yet: "Brawl". A super powered mercenary killer who's been "hired" by Meta-Master and his Dark Elite to kill them all in exchange for his freedom...by any means necessary!

After searching the country for other people with superpowers. M-Leader calls to order a group of young heroes (Shadow Knight, Raven Ducard, Robo-Warrior, Silicon, Velocity and Atlanta) and forms them into "The Heroes Legion", the worlds first superhero team. Operating secretly in New York City, the teams first mission is to find and stop Arch-Villain "Meta-Master" before he makes the first move in his bid for kick-starting a Metahuman war against non-powered humans everywhere...and rule over the survivors in resulting apocalyptic world, both humans and Metahumans. The Heroes Legion are all that stand in his way, but can they learn to overcome their individual differences in order to work together as a team to stop the mad supervillain before it's too late?

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.