Books Similar To Legend Novels & Stories

Kiara made herself comfortable on the bed and opened up to the very first chapter of the book. She ran her fingers over it, as if unsure the words would remain. When the words did not disappear like she feared, she expelled a shaky breath, then began reading. There are legends that are not just legends, and myths that are not just myths. We are one of them. Within the confines of this pack’s borders, we exist, and we are different from everyone else - different from them in a way that fear them, in a way that has them gritting their teeth and wondering who we are.

Authors Note - This book has been completely rewritten and I hope my readers now enjoy it. I apologise sincerely for any duplications in the previous book, it was not my intention to deceive people that is why the book has been upgraded. I hope you enjoy the new parts and also the more in-depth knowledge of the characters.

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

he murmured. Marcus was a great believer in prophecy. Even though he was a king of the wolf nation, he believed in prophecy, even before marrying Giselle, he was told that Giselle would give him a child that would make his nation strong. But in fact, his daughter died before his nation became great. However, when he saw the next book, it explained that there would be a replacement for his dead daughter. She was known as a goddess, because she was born of mixed blood, not pure wolf nation.

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

In his hands was a very old looking book. Twisting the upper half of my body as I rolled over, I was able to catch a glimpse of the book. “FACT OR FICTION? Werewolf Legends of Old” was printed on the cover. “Learning anything interesting?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. He lays the book down and smiles at me as he brushes a few wild strands of my hair down with his fingertips, and I feel a shiver run from my head to my toes. “There are so many legends here that I’ve never heard before. I’m making notes of the ones that I think are worth exploring in more detail, or anything that might somehow be connected to you or the wolf packs that are searching for you.”

“My father read me some stories during my childhood. One of our favorites is about Silvermares. I never thought it’s more than just a legend.” He placed the big book on the table. Jared and I stood beside him and watched as he flipped the pages. “I have no idea where my father gets this. But I’m glad I decided to keep it as an heirloom.” He stopped flipping the pages and pointed his finger at a picture. The page revealed an old drawing of two beings. “Lycans…” I whispered as soon as I laid my eyes on them. “Yes…” Jared also whispered. “I used to read a similar book in a public library.”

“Then what kind of relationship do you have?” “Just friendship,” Lawrence explained, his words laced with sincerity as he hoped Andriel would understand. “I told him about the mate I lost and how he reminds me of a friend I also lost. I only wanted to protect him, to be a friend he could trust and rely on in any situation.” “So, you found your mate?” Andriel’s curiosity sparked, prompting him to ask more. “What happened?” “She wasn’t a Lycan,” Lawrence replied, his voice heavy with sorrow. “She was killed by rebels, along with the rest of her family. Her brother became my best friend, and Taylor reminds me a lot of him.”