Fanfiction Legolas Novels & Stories

Eduard listens to it all, his face growing darker with every word while Ivan is shocked. “Are you telling the truth, fae?” Eduard demands once Josephine is done. “I am,” she says. “If you do not believe me, then send your spies there! I know a secret passage to the country. I can show it to you. They are plotting to steal the crowns of every single one of you and I can guarantee you that he will succeed. He is not any ordinary Lycan! He is the highest level of hybrid. The product of a Lycan and a vampire!”

Break for another 5 minutes until Uncle Jocelyn's youngest child walks up and challenges me. Legolas, 22 years old. Yes, we are the same age. I would say that Legolas is the type of person who thinks he has everything figured out. But sadly, no, instead, people found him the fastest. He is gullible when he tries to act tough. Like someone I once knew. "I figured out your strategy," Legolas smirked. I rolled my eyes. The truth is, I don't have any strategy when it comes to fighting. My body just moves accordingly. My grandmother called me a born warrior, whatever she meant, which I didn't mind.

Legolas frowns and looks at Leon, questioning his decision again. “I will.” Leon calmly answers, he looks at Legolas straight in the eye, “Isn’t Nereid also an ancient species? Avoiding fight without your enemy showing up? How did you end up graded S?” Legolas looks beyond angry; I see he takes his species as top pride too. “This is land, not in water.” Legolas looks around, “I could kill you all within 10 seconds in water.” “Sheesh.” Finn suddenly stops him, he is looking at the horizon, I am not sure if I see excitement in his eyes.

In swiftness, he snapped off necks, heads, pulled out hearts, ripped off body parts, plucked out eyes and all these he did with just his hands that had turned out claws and more warlords trooped in to battle with him. I was horrified by the gruesome sight before me and before I knew it, I was dragged off by the warlord king who had broke off the arrow that pierced his leg. "You were in on this with him, right? You were a disguise, a ploy sent to lure in the Lycan and I trusted you," he said embittered by this betrayal from a stranger. "I was only following orders. I had no choice in this matter." I replied him through a choked voice.

“Oh, that would be great. These woods are lovely, dark, and deep. It’s like life… it’s worth living.” "Yet, even in the midst of evil cruelty and carnage, life is worth living. For she falls in love with the sunsets and the moonlight, more likely the rain and everything that understands her heart and speaks the language of her soul. It is feasible for fantastic engagements and lovely things to exist,” Legolas clutched her face and move closer to his, feeling the hot connection in between them, “Heaven sent, you existed.” And he let go of his hands on her face and he walk ahead.

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

I praise Him most of all for turning the evil situation that had been hell pressed to do worse than just simply kill me, into a life made so full with happiness that I could never have asked for as much as He had given to me. In truth, my life had become a fantasy. A dream come true. Glancing back into my mate’s eyes, I could see that the same was true for him. I was well and truly his fantasy.