Books Similar To Legend Novels & Stories

"Take a look." My gaze followed to where he was pointing and my eyes settled on a particular section of the bookshelves. A series of worn leather-bound books caught my attention, each with intricate symbols on the spine. "What are these?" I asked, pointing to the books. Alex's eyes lit up with recognition. "Those are tales that have intrigued me since I was a child. I often come in here to read. Many of the books are legends, but they still hold facts about our history." "Like this one for example," he said, walking to the shelf and plucking a title at random. "It's 'The Secrets of The Panther Shifters.' There really aren't any secrets, it's just a retelling of their history."

She thumped another set of books into my arms, my muscles strained from their weight and my stomach grew uneasy from her words. “What we need is someone unique, and able to understand things from multiple fronts. Having a miracle who can not only understand the Werewolves and Werebears separately but the wizards too. Maybe even the dragons.” She clucked her tongue, “Ah, there it is.” She plucked a few random books off another shelf, this section labeled ‘Legends and Mysteries.’ She placed them onto my already taller-than-me pile of books and then walked somewhere else, me trailing behind her like a lost puppy.

“If they’re still out there, if the legends passed through millennia weren’t correct, and they didn’t ascend to the heavens after all like the gods they were rumored to be, but were simply displaced… hell. They’re powerful creatures. Hard to kill. In the legends, they are the gods, so their will was law.” I look at Misty, whose eyes are locked on one of the books. She’s lost in thought. She eventually meets my eyes and tilts her head toward the hallway leading out of the library and back to the foyer, her voice a soft whisper inside my head as she asks if I’d like to take a walk.

I basically just went through all the back cover description of the books and separated them according to importance, that way I knew which one to read when my mind is fresh and which one when I'm tired. I was done within minutes and decided to check on Leon's progress. He was doing the same thing. I don't know how he prioritized his. I on the other hand set aside the ones whose description hinted about locations and the council, and the rest were just stories and legends that hinted the swords existence. Some were just legends and myths that were used to either scare or install morals in kids.

Death, on the other side, has nothing else in his hand but his long black scythe as a weapon. In a few moments, they suddenly rushed at each other and started to exchange blows and attacks. My mouth went agape because of extreme astonishment. This is what they called magic. And it really does exist. A series of shockwaves were created by strong forces resonating from both of them. They were awesome! Both don’t want to give in. They kept on attacking each other. It felt like I was watching a live action of an anime scene. Just missing popcorn and chairs… and the mood is all set.

Wenna said. “Fireheart is a legend,” said a woman from the back. “It’s just a story the people from Namandu tell their children so they won’t feel bad for not possessing any magic. Besides, Fireheart could wield lightning. No one who could wield lightning has been discovered in centuries.”

Lucretia's eyebrows were frowned. "The little girl is very insightful," the Green Sky Python looked at the four people in front of him with interest. "Don't be surprised, Lucretia can be said to be an encyclopedia of magical beasts, and within four years, memorized all of the Creeping Magical Beasts, Flying Magical Beasts, and King Magical Beasts" Sasuke didn't say it was okay to say it Lilith and Sasuke were even more surprised to know that just a few of these types of books accounted for one hundred thousand and thirty-three thousand copies of the book!

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

“Can I have my library book back?” I looked under the shelf and tensed when I spotted The Legend of Lycaon gleaming in the shadows like some ancient relic waiting to be discovered. I picked it up, held it out, and gestured toward it. “Why do you want this?” This was not just any book. This was a Greek mythology text about the first lycan. Clara drew in a sharp breath and chewed the inside of her lip, meeting my eyes for only a second before looking away as if she feared my reaction. “Because I do …”

CRACKEL, CRACKEL, POP! They were the strangest things the boy had ever heard. It reminded him of the weird bad place he had seen on fire. He doesn’t really remember why that place was on fire, he only remembers wanting to get away from there. ‘Somehow I feel safe now though.’ He slowly opened his eyes to be blinded by a small fire. ‘Is this what feeling safe, feels like?’ His thoughts roamed for a couple of minutes, mostly thinking about this strange new feeling he was experiencing. Then suddenly remembering the strange wolf, the boy shot up with a jolt. He looked around but there was no sign of the wolf. ‘Makes me wonder who or what started the fire.’