#LL loric

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

lies on the floor and stares at the ceiling about how lorien and the garde kids are the ultimate example of 'you inherit your parents' trauma but you will never fully understand it'

[aroace-number-eight]

Legacies described by Spongebob

made these a few years ago but i figured i should put them all together here. old version down here

1 || 2 || 3

[kip-loric]

I think Nine would start to wear silly clothes after the war

He wears these when Johnny comes to visit

[ll-but-its-random]

LL incorrect quotes (pt. ???)

Except I'm going through a shipping brainrot.

(Some NSFW)

John: We should get you to a doctor for a check up immediately. What if it happens again, and there isn’t anyone around to help you? What if it’s congenital? Oh my God! Was it me? Did I hurt you? Sarah: …You realize any other person that made their partner pass out on bed would simply feel really proud of themselves, right?

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Eight: Crushes are so weird. Whenever I'm around mine, I start acting stupid. Marina: You always act stupid. Marina: Marina: Wait... --- Einar: You gotta apologize. Five: FINE! But I must warn you that this might make me a better, nicer person and that is NOT who you fell in love with. --- Six: Good night to the love of my life, Sam, and fuck the rest of y'all. --- Sarah: Hey John! Gotta a date for tonight? John: No... Sarah: Now you do. Hold my hand. --- One: I'm gonna take a shower. Wanna help me out ;) Adam: ...Have you never taken a shower before? --- Einar: You look good in that hoodie. Five: You know where else I'd look good? Einar, without hesitation: My bed. Five: Dominating the worl- wait what? --- (Set up on a blind date) Adam: Consider it background checking, but do you have any death certificate? Date: Um... no, not yet. Adam: Good, I'm not fucking a ghost again. --- Waiter: What would you like? Eight: Bring a milkshake with two straws. Marina: *blushes* Eight: *puts both straws in his mouth* Watch how fast I can drink this!! --- Six: I have the urge to do something stupid. Sam: I'm stupid, do me.

+ any of the non-loric characters here pulling the "Do you have a surname" card, because they know damn well they don't.

[13yearsoflorien]

Thank you everyone for listing entries to the award polls, and a celebratory moment to say:

Congrats @kip-loric

You won the category of Friendliest Fan!!!

We'll finish out the rest of the celebration (tomorrow) getting out the rest of the festivities and plans, and then we'll DM you for your prize of choice!

August 3rd has a lot planned, and we still have the party scrapbook to get ahead at, so submit favorite pieces or moments from the celebration, or write out any messages you want to write to the LL fandom for this grand party!

[jimmycarterghostland]

Lorien Legacies negative criticism: Nine not hating Adam

The Lorien Legacies fans can be mad at me all they want, but people have the right to criticize things. Regardless, I'm not going to tag this post with the Lorien Legacies hashtags, to avoid angering too many LL fans. I'll try to let them enjoy their crappy beloved book series.

Moving on...

The young adult book series Lorien Legacies is full of bad writing, including out of character moments. One of those moments is when the Mogadorian-hating Nine is completely okay with the Mogadorian traitor named Adam. Nine doesn't hate the guy or anything, even though Nine spent years hating the Mogs, and was imprisoned by them for around a year, and a fellow Loric working for them had killed a Loric friend of his recently.

How Nine had no issue with Adam is such an out of character moment. He was the character most likely to kill Adam with no remorse and no hesitation. But when Nine meets him, there is zero hatred from his side. It's ridiculous.

[writingforlorien]

Aliens are gay. I will not elaborate, if you know you know.

[nineisthebestnumber]

ᴅᴇᴀʀ sɪx,

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢᴇᴛ ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ sᴏ ᴍᴀᴅ. ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴇ sᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɴᴏᴡ? ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ sᴛᴀʀ-ᴡᴀʀs ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ғᴇʟʟ ᴀsʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴛ... ᴛʜᴀᴛ...

ɪ'ᴍ sᴏʀʀʏ sɪx, ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴀᴍ.

sᴀᴍ

[knaveofmogadore]

First Second Meetings

I don’t think I’m ever going to get over these nerds! It’s been YEARS since I’ve put out adive content I think! This is a rework actually of one of my older fics since lost to time, adapted to the current state of canon. This is my, what? Third first meetings fic for Adamus and Five? Frey needs to let them argue already so I can stop writing these

Five kidnaps Adamus in the middle of his third night back at civilization, and that sets off the beginning of a beautiful friendship, with a side of drama, war, and Einar.

Adam sat down on the bed with a relieved sigh. Nearly two years in the arctic, a sudden evacuation of Alaska, a surprise pick up from his friend John Smith, a non stop sting of diplomatic meetings and legal and not so legal fights, and a stress fueled sparring smackdown with Nine all added to two years of terrible sleep and seventy two hours of virtually no sleep at all. His exhaustion was evident in the heavy way he moved, the effort it took to hold his head up. It did not, however, dull the feeling of sitting on an actual bed, in an actual house, in a room that was actually sort of his. Adam fell backward with a soft laugh and sprawled. His head almost hung over the edge against the wall and his feet were planted on the floor. Uncomfortable though the position was and odd though it felt to be on a clean mattress with intact sheets, it was the safest he had felt in years. With a Mogadorian warship and a peacekeeper army near enough to wage war in the Academy’s backyard, that was a bit sad. Ironic even.

Adam sat up when he heard Malcolm Goode appear in the doorway. He smiled in that fatherly way he had. His face screamed stressed, but it seemed to fade in the face of Adam being even marginally happier than he was when he got here. Even at this level of exhaustion Adam can't help but smile back. This place was new, the HGA not something he would ever agree with, but he still felt a little bit at home. Safe. Cared about for the first time in a long time.

“Settling in ok?”

Adam nodded, “It still feels weird, but I promise I'm fine.”

Malcolm nodded back, satisfied, and rested his hand on the doorknob.

“Sam and Six are just down the hall, and I'll be asleep downstairs in my office, probably,” Malcolm looked at Adam in a way that he hopes conveyed that that was an invitation for fellow insomniacs, “so you're not alone here. Try to get some sleep, ok?”

“Yeah, I don't think that sleep is going to be an issue. I feel like I haven't slept in years.”

That didn't help the stress and exhaustion ease from Malcolm at all. He clears his throat and moves to shut the door behind him, before he stops and snaps his fingers.

“Right! I know it's going to be hard, but try and get up early tomorrow. Lexa is coming over to review the security over breakfast and she wants your input.”

Adam nods, “I'll try my best to get up before noon.”

Tomorrow was a rest day for negotiations, a chance for everyone to take a step back and think over legalities, and a chance for the garde at the academy to strategize about other threats. They also hoped it would be a good chance for the mogadorians to not only rest, but curb the tempers that were beginning to run short.

Malcolm smiled one last time and shut the door.

****

Adam shifted under the thin blanket in his sleep. He squeezes the pillow provided in his arms, opting to sleep without one. The mattress was not the most comfortable, which helped Adam get over how weird it felt to sleep on one after all this time. It helped that he was too tired to stay awake without great effort. Twenty minutes of shifting and then laying still and he was out like a light.

He was not usually a deep sleeper, a habit he could never afford growing up with his brother Ivan and his unstable father. He never had a chance to pick it up, either. Especially not since the war ended. Sleeping through being ambushed and even stabbed was a terrible idea.

Tonight Adam was beyond being roused by the soft opening of a window, the lack of footsteps, the even quieter breeze. What did wake him was the metal hand that covered the bottom half of his face. His eyes blinked open, and then he tried to scream and reach around to punch his attacker in the neck. His fingers crack against a solid metal jaw. He is fully roused then, awake enough to notice that he and his now kidnapper were floating out of the window even as he put up a fight.

After the second time Adam almost made his attacker drop him, he realized that it maybe was not the best idea to make someone let hi go while they were suspended several hundred feet above the ground. He quieted instead, and allowed the rogue garde, and they must be a rogue garde, John would never scare him like this and no one else would dare, to carry him by his armpits. It was as terrifying and death defying as the first time he rode a flying garde into the early morning, but Adam still found himself sort of enjoying the sensation. He was not going to die right away, or he would have been killed at any point so far. He allowed himself to enjoy, just for the moment, the feeling of wind in his hair, the sight of San Francisco and all of her lights below him. If he was with a garde he trusted, Adam would have smiled.

The peace didn’t last long. Just as Adam’s shoulders were starting to cramp like they would be stuck that way, a ship came into view. Not just any ship, a skimmer, and one that was in pretty poor shape at that. It hovered mid-air above the city, waiting to land. Wires trailed from the underbelly and flapped in the wind, the paint job needed a serious retouching, and the ship was more dented than would ever be allowed by an self respecting engineering officer.

Adam’s mind was already running through escape plans. It would be easy enough to pilot the thing once he could lock himself in the cockpit, he had been flying skimmers since he was a child. He had the blueprints for the ship already clear in his mind, exhausted though he was he could clearly map his way on and off even the rattiest looking model. He figures if push comes to shove he could blow half of the floor away with the smallest seismic wave. Maybe even by just stomping too hard.

The rogue approached the ship and opened the doors from the air. Adam had hoped that the ship would land, but at least this way he knows that they are probably alone, and the garde is holding him by one arm. The keypad sparks and the doors open. Adam waits, and the doors slide closed behind them. Just a few more seconds, the garde is close to, and then Adam’s feet touch the floor.

With an acrobatic twist that would make Six proud Adam shoves his hand against the garde’s chest and puts enough of his legacy into it that the wave sends the garde sailing into the opposite wall, where there were already considerable dents. Adam lands lightly on his feet and prepares for a fight, casting his eyes around for something, anything he can hit with.

In the meantime his attacker is back off his feet already. He clutches at his chest, and between his rage and the pins and needles feeling in his ribs he doesn’t notice that his hood has fallen down. Adam turns full bodied to the movement, his cockpit plan forgotten for the sake of not dying before he gets there, and then he freezes. His face pales, his expression stricken, his stance stiff and off kilter with the realization of how many garde, exactly, both have more than one legacy and can fly.

Five’s nostrils flare and he growls. For a brief moment before his metal skin takes over Adam can see black scars snaking across his cheek from his neck. He is beyond unhappy. There is murder in his eyes, barely restrained. Adam’s realization and one fact turned lie overshadows all of that.

“Five! You’re alive!”

Five charged Adam and lifted him by his shirt to slam him against the wall of the ship, then took him away just to slam him again. Adam grabbed into Five's hand. He tries his best to maintain eye contact as Five tries to crush him into the wall.

“Five,” Adam wheezes, “listen to me..”

“I'm done listening! I know you, Adamus, I know how you like to talk! I'm not gonna listen to it!”

Adam grasps Five's meaty metal wrist firmly, but not to pull at at. He just holds it. Five has murder in his eyes but Adam is unruffled, unflappable. He reminds Five of Einar and through some conditioned response this calms him enough to listen anyway. He does not ease up his grip, forcing Adam to talk softly and breathe shallowly.

“You..you're angry. You're hurt. You feel like you have been abandoned, I know how that feels..”

It was too soon for empathy, Five smacked Adam's back against the wall for a third time.

“Like hell you know how this feels! You isolated yourself and they still welcomed you back with open arms! You betrayed your entire race and you're. Still. Here!”

With every pause Five slammed Adam into the wall again. A dent is starting to form behind him, and black spots are swimming in his vision. Time for the tough truths approach, he decided.

“Do,” Adam wheezed in a breath, “do you think that you scare me? Do you think you're the first person to attack me in my own home? The first to try and kill me in the middle of the night? The first to pick me up and beat the shit out of me?”

Adam can feel Five's metal fist digging its fingernails into his skin through his nightshirt. He shook his hair out of his eyes to the best of his ability and looks down at Five's fist. He moves his hands up to cradle it and sends just a tickle of his legacy into the metal flesh. Small waves, barely as strong as the force of a splash dive into the pool. He knows the force has Five's hand ringing anyway with pins and needles, the metal of his skin amplifying the effects of Adam's legacy. Five's fingers loosen enough to give him more breath and his grip doesn't tighten again.

Adam sucks in a deep breath with a quiet gasp. He savours the feeling of being able to expand his chest and he swallows, trying to clear away the stickiness in his throat. His ribs ache with the strain but his head clears. The ringing in his ears subsides a fraction. His hair falls back into his eyes and he leaves it, better than Five not see his face. Empathy seemed to enrage him, so tears would also, Adam reasons.

“My entire life has been like this, from the day of my birth to this moment. Always afraid of screwing up, always under threat of consequences, never good enough, never strong enough, never coming from the right place.”

Adam's hands begin to shake around Five's hand and he allows them to for the first time in years.

“I was afraid, and then I was angry. I was angry that he could never see how hard I was trying, I was pissed that they just used me and tossed me back onto the trash pile once they were done, I was so, so angry that they thought they could hunt children like beasts and I never stopped being angry, Five. I'm still angry. It's what my legacy relies on.”

Five looks down, stops trying to meet Adam's eyes through his fringe to look at his shaking hands. The movement is the most anxiety he's seen come from any Mogadorian. Not anxiety. Not anger, either. Exhaustion. Distress. His eyes snap back up when Adam composes himself and continues talking.

“So I do get it. I have always gotten it. You're angry, you feel used and discarded and hated, you think that no one cares about you and that you're all alone in this world because there is one group if people in this whole wide universe that doesn't love you.”

Five's hand begins to shake and it puts Adam on edge, but there was no stopping now. He plows forward and pays it no heed. He makes a point of not looking up at Five's face in case he was wrong.

“That isn't how the universe works, Five. Just because the people you want to love you don't show you what you want, that does not mean you are not loved, cannot be loved. We make our own lives, our own destinies, our own families out of whatever and whoever we want.”

Adam looks up through his overgrown bangs and sighs tiredly at Five. His eyes are downcast, his shoulders slumped. Tears shine from the corners of his eyes and threaten to show over his cheeks. Adam taps his fingers against the metal of his skin to gain his attention. Tink, tink, tink. He looks up and searches Adam's expression for deceit.

“Put me down, Five.”

Five's fist tightens its grip instead. His flesh and bone and scarred fist.

“What if I wanted to kill you instead? That was a nice speech, but I still think you're dead wrong.”

Adam is untroubled, though his voice comes out tired.

“If you were ever going to kill me you would have done it when you took me. You don't play with your prey, we both know that. You were never going to kill me in the first place.”

Five slams Adam into the wall one last time for good measure. A petulant, last ditch effort to make Adam feel like he is wrong about Five. His own odd way of trying to enforce his own self deprecating thoughts, his own self hatred. Adam saw straight through it, even if Five did not. Maybe not yet, but he thinks that someday he will. He does not smile, no, but he suddenly looks less tired, more hopeful. Five no longer intimidates him, forget scaring him.

The change in Adam’s demeanor suddenly puts Five on edge. No one apart from Einar acted like they weren’t afraid of them, everyone hated Five, or was scared of him, but Adam seemed practically at ease in his presence. He hated that, he decided. Adam had no reason to feel anything for him but hatred. He hated that he acted like he could understand any of this. He hated that Adam could understand. Five betrayed his own people, the people Adam betrayed his people to help. There are few people who have more reasons to hate Five than he does.

Five growls and drops him.

“Stop that!”

Adam braces himself against the wall and holds his chest in both of his arms. His ribs throbbed and his back felt like Five crushed it into dust. A bruise was loudly and angrily forming over his sternum. He was a little too preoccupied in that moment to listen to anything Five said, too focused on standing up straight and not passing out from how suddenly tired he was. He looked up, not bothering to hide his confusion, when Five steadied him with hands on his shoulders. He coughed and looked to the side, revealing more scarring down the back of his neck. Adam shoved down deep an urge to trace them with his fingers.

“...Thank you.”

Five shrugged, “It’s nothing. Um.”

“Why did you take me in the first place? The only thing you could accomplish by removing me from the equation is war, and I doubt you’re helping someone experiment on garde.”

Five looked more flustered by the second. The longer Adam’s penetrating stare examined him the more he felt like he was being dissected. Adam’s eyes were a scalpel and prod, and Five was on the operating table. He was never someone anyone could successfully lie to. Five is taken back, for a moment, to when he had first met the other Loric garde. If Adam had been there he would have never gotten away with any of it. Five gives up on any secrecy right then and there. He also backs away from Adam a step, just in case.

“Einar is hoping to convert you to his cause. He figures that if anyone would back him up about the Earth’s governments not having the right to control the fate of the world and all of the garde in it, it would be you. He thinks you can get all of your people on his side.”

Adam’s sigh carries so much exhaustion that it makes Five want to lay down on the floor and sleep. He pinches the bridge of his nose and takes in, then releases, a long breath. He starts to say something, then takes even more seconds to calm himself and rethink. He does that two more times before he knows he won’t have a complete breakdown where he stands.

“The kid’s heart is in the right place, I think,” he begins, speaking evenly, carefully, “but his techniques, his ideas, his schemes are unrefined. They are dangerous even, especially ones where he interferes in things he has no way of understanding. Einar may come from mogpro, but he has never met a Mog, he has no idea what he thinks he’s trying to accomplish here.”

“Adamus..”

Adam talked right over Five. He is using this moment as a sort of release for all of the frustration he has been forced to shove down from the past two years. Later, he will feel guilty about taking it out on Five. Right now his careful speech gives way to his mounting irritation and diplomacy flies out the window, shrieking and trailing feathers behind her.

“It was hard enough getting the mogadorians on earth to follow my lead in renouncing Setrakus Ra, and even then the ones being evacuated from Alaska are just a fraction of my people now. Getting Vontezza to even listen to me has been a headache! The children of my people are in more danger now than they were when Setrakus Ra was in power, the mogs are no closer to not succumbing to extinction, and now you are telling me some child wants to add his hairbrained schemes to the mix?”

“Adam…”

“Tell Einar that he can eat the general’s sword scrap by scrap if he wants a Mogadorian’s help in destabilizing the situation further, and that is my final word.”

Adam finally quieted and held his hand to his side to quell the fresh pain in his ribs from shouting. Five stood there, defeated and at a total loss. He figured out halfway through Adam’s speech that he was not the target, and now all he wanted to do was fix this. Tentatively he reached out and rested his hand on Adam’s shoulder. He looked down at Five through his fringe and was hit with a small pool of guilt in his stomach at the remorse in his expression. Adam has shot the messenger.

“Let me take you home, if,” Five winced, “since, since your answer is no.”

The flight back was in silence. Five carried him bridal style this time, with extra special care given to his ribs and back. Adam enjoyed the flight more this time, in spite of the ache. With his head clear of escape plans and fear of death it was easier to appreciate the lights of the city. The wind flipped his hair into a mess and pressed a chill into his skin. Without thinking he pressed closer to Five. Five without a word dropped his metal skin. Adam pretended not to notice the scar tissue he could feel through Five’s shirt.

In spite of the ache and the chill and the circumstances, it was pleasant. Quiet. Adam thinks, possibly, that he could grow to trust Five this time around. Five thinks, maybe, that he and Adam could become friends once all of this is over. With the HGA coming into view, it did not feel like a final parting. It wouldn’t be.

[loricconfessions]

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[angorwhosebabyisthis]

finally cracked open the backstory novellas with povs from pre-war lorien and holy shit we do not have time to unpack all that (i am going to unpack all that)

[aroace-number-eight]

Oh my word there’s still an LL fandom on here????!!!! I’m rereading the books after a couple years, and was a bit saddened to find that most of the fandom fell away after the series had ended (bc I actually only read the books for the first time when the entire series had been published for years), but you post regularly and reblog regularly, so yay, it seems that people are still here!!! After years of loving these books and rereading them I’d love to finally join the fandom— any blogs you’d recommend I follow, ppl who are still into LL and active at least every couple months? (I’d say ‘acgive regularly’ if I was a normal-ish person, but I’m rarely online, so I don’t mind people who post sporadically too— in fact I almost prefer that, you get me?). Anyways ahhh tldr I’m so glad other people are still obsessing over these aliens lol, like super happy :D

Hey hey, welcome to the fandom!! Yeah we're still here, it kinda gets a bit quiet now and again with all of us being busy, but the fandom is still around and kicking!

Most LL fans as far as I'm aware post about the series on their main blogs that have frequent activity, so if you don't mind following people that post any kind for a while but have something LL related now and again, this would be your option. If you wanna chat them up about the series then I would say @kip-loric @biddybaboop @simpforsix are very active and occasionally share LL art or incorrect quotes or memes!

If you are looking for LL blogs, I would say @5s-missing-eye and @apocalx post on occasion, but they're super passionate about the characters and have tons of interesting aus and headcanons and book thoughts to read through!

Kip currently has a Gem AU with the Garde that you can ask them about if you happen to know about Steven Universe, and both them and apocalx have LL OCs who are Human Garde with some detailed backstories and personalities!

I usually just follow the lorien legacies tag and find stuff from there, and once in a blue moon you get a new person come out and post some art or incorrect quotes or fanfic ideas for a while! The tag updates sporadically as well, but sometimes in the year it gets pretty frequent (like now for example since it's break for some of us in school).

If you wanna hang out with the community and have a discord, we have a tumblr fandom server here and an instagram fandom server here!

I also wanna note that though LL posts aren't frequent year round, the fandom in general is happy to discuss the series and talk about our favorite characters or what we think about the books, and there's lots of us who got things we wanna say to someone. Send over an ask or hop in DMs with a question or two or three!

This is a bit of a messy answer, but I hope it's a start and helps you meet some people from the fandom!

[kip-loric]

Drew 5 with his loralite necklace on one of the islands. Ah, the symbolism of him turned away from it while it glows faintly, as if calling to him.

The text says "Lorictober day #3: Loralite"

[ll-but-its-random]

Percy Jackson flashbacks coming through:

(I know I'm posting a lot now, but if I leave it for later I will never remember)

Was wondering which godly parent/cabin each of the main characters would have, so here we are:

One: Aphrodite. (Goddess of Beauty). She's the phrase 'hot girl summer' personified, but she is also badass enough to get something BIG for a weapon at the armory. Probably a hunter of Artemis too. Silena Beauregard energy.

Maggie: Athena. (Goddess of Wisdom). Not the strategic kind, more reserved, but definitely resourceful.

Hannu: Demeter. (Goddess of Agriculture). Idk, I've seen this thing where someone asked why none of the Loric have plant powers, and I hc that it was one of his legacies yet to develop.

John: ... who? WHO? WHICH GOD DOES HE GO WITH? SOMEONE HELP ME OVER HERE.

Five: Ares. (God of War). I can see him having sort of a Frank Zhang energy first, which is basically the source of mockery there, until he goes crazy and someone has to ply him off the poor guy who triggered him.

Six: Zeus. (God of the Sky). Need I say more? She is the Thalia Grace of LL, and being a child of the big three is the only acceptable interpretation of Six's power.

Marina: Poseidon (God of the Ocean) or more likely Khione (Goddess of Ice). I mean, she breathes under water, ice is sort of water, but I think the whole "vengeance" thing makes her more of Khione.

Eight: Hermes. (God of Travel). Flying shoes? Yes. He would also dedicate himself to welcoming new campers because he's just that guy.

Nine: Ares. This probably goes unsaid, but Nine is just Clarice La Rue reincarnated in two different bodies. Him and Five started off on the wrong foot, but they insist to walk on it. Half-siblings.

Ella: Apollo (God of the Sun). Mostly the Precognition thing. She could be the next oracle or smth. (Rachel also happens to be INFP red-head and I am dying 'cause I just noticed).

Adam: Hades. (God of the Underworld). If this doesn't fit, nothing else does. If Adamus Sutekh and Nico Di Angelo are not congruent, I will question my existence.

Sam: Hephaestus (God of Machines). Except he tries to make things that look more modern, unlike the other things the Cabin makes that look like 19th century cars.

Sarah: Aphrodite. Sarah is so charming, she charm-spoke me into remembering to add her last minute.

[13yearsoflorien]

July 30th prompt

If you were in the LL universe, would you be Loric, Mogadorian, half alien, a Human Garde, or human?

[jimmycarterghostland]

When I was younger, I was obsessed with the Lorien Legacies book series. Eventually, I fell out of love with it and saw how flawed it was. Extremely flawed.

The biggest problem with the series was the inconsistencies. This series is infested with them. Like:

Sarah saying Crayton died in Spain. It was India.

Marina gained super speed in The Power of Six. It's never mentioned again. Later on in the book, she doesn't even act like she has it. In The Rise of Nine, Six develops rapid regeneration after Setrákus Ra beats her. The power is never mentioned again.

Ella is a fake Number. She isn't Number Ten. Yet Henri said there was a Ten in his letter. This was such a forced plot twist because it made no sense. It also should've been foreshadowed in The Power of Six, the book which introduced Ella.

In book one, the Loric are much stronger than humans by default. Yet Marina in the last book picks up Nine and the narration says she could do that because she has Nine's super strength Legacy. Loric are supposed to be super strong to begin with. The writers clearly forgot that. The forgot a lot of things.

Out of character moment: Marina and Six refuse to torture or kill evil Mogadorian Phiri. I still have such a problem with this one. It made zero sense for these two girls to feel compassion for a Mog enemy. This makes me so mad. It was stupid and there for the plot. The writers made Marina and Six OOC just so Phiri could cause problems for the heroes later. Six and Marina had NO reason to keep Phiri alive.

Adam mentioned seeing a blonde girl who wasn't One. This should've been Five. The writers made the real Five be a guy. It was stupid. Things in the Ll books came out of nowhere and made no sense. Clues didn't matter. And sometimes there were no clues. Nothing in the books before The Fall of Five hinted at Five being a boy.

These books were so awful. They give the young adult genre a bad rep. If the LL series had no OOC moments, no continuity errors, and if the clues and hints actually mattered or were there in the first place, it would've been a better series. I no longer see these books as great. Especially now that I fell in love with series like A Song of Ice and Fire, and the TV show The OA, Dark, etc. Those series properly foreshadow and have no continuity errors. The LL series has nothing on them.

There are many more LL errors. But there are too many to list, and I can go into detail about why these books are bad, but that would take too much of my time.

Don't read the LL books for inspiration for your own stories or books. Try the ASOIAF books instead. I do that for my current writing project, which is based off a crappy story I wrote, a story inspired by the Lorien Legacies series. My new story is being rewritten, and I've been using the ASOIAF books to improve my writing and make my story so much better.

I believe good YA novels exist. But the LL series is one of the YA series that is genuinely awful. When you read better novels and learn more about what makes good writing good, the LL books will put a bad taste in your mouth and you'll think about how badly written those books are.