Dime Novel Legends Novels & Stories

Ever since his father and the De Laton Duke had agreed to have Kyra and Damien engaged, he had been having a bad feeling. Meanwhile, "he" had called for Damien to give him further instructions on what to do. The time for the De Leta child to be sacrificed was drawing nearer and there was someone trying to interfere with their plans. Some spies had been following the guild they had been using as a cover and they could not catch any of them. None of their plans had been found out but the flies were being quite persistent and it was becoming annoying. Their plans had to succeed and the brat would be a very small price to pay, although her worth was more than she deserved. There was a rapt at th

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

I need to get dressed because someone might see me here if I don’t. “Mr. Assistant, please give me… hmmm… just wait. I will think of a nice dress that will suit me. A white long-sleeve, a red robe with a hood, a pair of brown leather boots, a pair of black pants, and a pair of black leather gauntlets. Please produce them through activating my skill Limited Horizon,” I ordered. Then, I closed my eyes to imagine the materials I needed to. “Copy that. Requested items are possible to produce. The creation will proceed. This may take 10 seconds,” the voice replied to me. I smiled.

The gift was a novel, 'The Chronicles of a Legend'. "Who brought this!?" I yelled at Sandra who had already walked away. "Ma'am!" Sandra's voice boomed from the sitting room as she returned to the bedroom. "Who brought this?" I asked again. "I don't know. Someone within the crowd told me to give it to you specifically. Any problem?" "No, thanks," I responded and shut the door after her. 'The Chronicles of a Legend' was my favourite novel when I was a kid. My father stopped me from reading it to the end. He burnt it to ashes in my presence and ordered me to resume my workout.

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.”

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”

he began, his tone measured but firm, “I have a question for you, and I need an honest answer. Yes, I’m aware of the rules… I was the one who set them.” A question? A chill slid down my spine. “I’m listening,” I replied, steadying my voice despite the unease clawing at my chest. Derek didn’t hesitate. “Who exactly is Lucien to you? And what is his full name?” My throat tightened. “Lucien?” I echoed, feigning confusion. “I heard the name from a movie… my favorite drama.” The lie rolled off my tongue smoother than I expected. Derek arched a brow, clearly unconvinced. “I haven’t seen you watch any dramas since you got here.”

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3

“What happened?” “I saw the village of Upper Hama, the previous Emperor.” “Interesting, is there more?” “That the only part that I could remember and I saw a tale.” “There was a tale?” “Yes.” “What tale, tell me?” “The phantom vessel.” “Heard that one already, but, again, it may be different.” “So, you want to hear it?” “Yes.” IV

Tammy pointed at the menu like some tacky nouveau riche. The server looked at me politely. I nodded. “Go ahead.” Tammy turned to me smugly, “I hope you don’t mind, Scarlett. I lived a hard time at the orphanage for two decades. I’m not asking for too much, am I?” “Not at all, so long as you can finish the food,” I said indifferently. Throughout dinner, Tammy kept feeding John and Catherine with her warped logic. “Mom, Dad, you have no idea how terrible fake heiresses are. They act all sweet while transferring the assets behind your back. You might want to keep a close eye on the family money and property.”