Heatran A Legendary Novels & Stories

“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.

There are pancakes and what looks like freshly squeezed orange juice and if I’m honest, I’m starving. “…they’re all good qualities in a Luna.” He states. “I’m not sure I’ll be the kind of Luna this Pack wants.” I mutter. He frowns. “What makes you say that?” “I’m human. I doubt any pack would choose to have a human Luna.” “You can give this Pack power no other has.” He says. “A Lycan heir would make the Blood Rose Pack unrivalled.” “Urgh.” I mutter, grabbing a plate, and piling up a load of pancakes.

Angel then disappears from in front of him. Drake then pushes forward out of the little crater and into the air. He is now pulsating with great power. He starts to glow an eerie red and black color. The power makes a giant red sphere around him. When he breaks out of it he has been transformed into a giant powerful jet black wolf with blood-red eyes. He then starts his brutal attack on the Whitlock monsters. All the while hearing his master explain their story.

“So, Letra’s abilities were inherited?” Seraphina nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips. “Indeed, Nero. The Valley of the Fools is a place where those with extraordinary gifts seek refuge and hone their powers. Letra was one of our own, chosen to venture beyond the Valley’s borders and fulfill a greater destiny.” Nero’s mind whirled with questions. “What was this destiny? And why was it kept hidden?” Seraphina’s eyes held a mixture of sadness and resolve. “There are forces at play, Nero, forces that Letra was destined to confront. Her journey took her far from the Valley, she was always born to die.”

“Unfortunately, I didn’t know that there were wolf traps in the woods and I wanted to pay attention. Thank you so much for helping me out.” Storm waved her thanks away. This is what she does. Healing. Her mother was among the pack’s healers and she loved it. “My name is Tasha. What are you doing out here in the cold? You don’t look too fine to me” Storm opened her mouth to tell Tasha that she was banished from her land, but that would lead to many more questions and she really didn’t want to answer all those now. “My name is Storm” Tasha smirked and she smiled at the reaction.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

“We found the term on the dark web. It is not mentioned in the official academic records because it is not recognized. Halite is a forbidden element not meant to exist in today’s age of warriors. It has been banished before because it was often used in dark magic. It is a material that reproduces quickly and its properties are easy to manipulate to anyone’s liking. Hearth acquiring it and using it on their technology answers the question on how the heck Hearth is able to build such things in a short amount of time.” Such valuable information. If they were holding such critical data, they should have already reported it by now. “This Halite, is it detectable?” “Fortunately, I can.” His answer

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.