Day From Legend Novels & Stories

"Wendy… Don't you remember me?" I studied his face, puzzled at first. Then, slowly, I caught a familiar trace in his features. Matthias. It had only been five or six years, but time had not been kind to him. Threads of gray ran through his hair, and his face looked worn, as if life had pressed down on him without mercy. Derrick seemed to sense what was happening. Without a word, he stepped aside, giving us space. "Wendy," Matthias said, his voice low, almost unsteady. "You might not believe this…but ever since graduation, I've been having these dreams.

"I don't fully understand you." "Nobody does." I start walking toward the road. "You hungry?" "Absolutely starving. I've been under a gate for three days." "Right." I reach into my spatial inventory and pull out the forgotten pheasant leg from three months ago. He stares at it. "How old is that?" "Don't ask." He takes it anyway. ~~~

Death was far too common to make such promises. “Miss Luna,” they whispered, getting her attention. “I have something to give you.” They touched a leaf from the vines hanging off their head. Instantly, the leaf curled itself around their wooden finger. With a light pull, the leaf came off and dried itself, still in a perfect ring. They held it out in their open palm to her. Hesitantly, Claire reached out and picked up the leaf. Confused, she looked back at the dryad, who wore a soft expression. “If you wish to get in contact with me, burn the ring beginning at the petiole.” Claire nodded, pocketing the gift carefully. “Good luck, Miss Luna.”

Storm took his hand in a handshake and…. “Mother fucker!!!,” The man shouted, snapping his palm away from Storm’s hold eyes wide. Mother fucker indeed. She stared at her palm, still tingling from the painful zap she had felt from Blue’s touch and suddenly she was propelled down memory lane, just about twenty-four hours ago when she had felt this same thing. In the Alpha’s room, while he was sitting bare-chested staring up at her with cold eyes as she explained how her herbs could heal his wounds instantly.

Chapter 42: "Archer's League," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 22 - 2027 ║ ║ Friday║ Olympia's Cup 1st Training Day║

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

I pulled it out and saw a message from Jeremiah. "Nova, I've figured it out! Mr. Gilmore is definitely after you! Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret. By the way, can you help me apply for the company's family shopping perk?" I held out my phone to Yoel. He glanced at the screen, smiled quietly, then picked it up and wrote, "Mr. Stone, the company doesn't provide that benefit. I hope you will take care of my family from now on." He handed my phone back, took my hand, and entwined our fingers.

As long as this person is given the task, he will be at ease and able to focus on other matters that require his attention. *** The city of Clegend was one of the most prosperous in the country, and it, like all famous cities, had a long history. The city of Clegend was named after a certain General who fought valiantly for the Jerunkei, the country's name. He was an orphan who had lost his family and village as a result of a foreign invasion. This young man was the only survivor who had been fortunate because he had been in the forest hunting game for his family to eat.

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.