I Am Legend Novels & Stories

~Legend's POV~ Gael pushed the kids inside and the little girl was already crying. "No, no, no!!! not my kids.. Legend, please I'm begging you. Leave my kids out of this..." She begged as she struggled against the chains. "It is weird seeing you all worked up." I said as I went towards the little girl. I looked deep into her eyes and saw innocence. "Is he their father?" I asked. "No, he is not. He is not. My h-husband is already dead." She replied brokenly. I rose up and turned towards her.

“The big story or the small one?” “Both,” I said. “The legend is what you tell when you need courage. The truth is what you remember when you think you’re not enough.” Naomi blinked. “Okay, rude,” she said, voice wobbly. “Stop weaponizing wisdom at bedtime.” “Never,” I said. A little hand shot up from the back. It was the same young omega who’d asked me weeks ago if she could really be anything. “Yes?” I said. “Do you… like being a legend?” she asked shyly.

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," I looked at him for a moment, peering between his eyes before I suddenly started laughing, apparently taking them both by surprise as they gave me weird looks. "Yeah, okay," I snorted, "You almost got me with this one," I let out another laugh, abruptly stopping upon noticing that irritated look on my father's face. But before I could say or do anythi

“You don’t have to face this alone. Whatever comes next, I’ll be right here.” I shook my head, my resolve hardening. “You’ve done enough, Adrian. More than I could have ever asked for. But this is my battle now.” He frowned. “You don’t have to—” “I do,” I interrupted, my voice firm. “Marcus isn’t just trying to destroy me. He’s trying to erase my father’s legacy, and that’s something I can’t let happen. This final fight—it has to be mine.” Adrian searched my face, and after a moment, he nodded. “If that’s what you want, I’ll respect it. But promise me you’ll be careful.”

He knew he had to keep his composure, but the mate bond urged him to seek her out, to claim her as his own. “Alright, everyone.”, Lucas announced, his voice commanding attention as he addressed the class. “Welcome to this class. My name is Lucas, and I’ll be your instructor for today. Before we begin, I want to remind you all that the purpose of this class is to teach you how to protect yourself in dangerous situations. It’s not about brute strength or aggression, but rather using your body and mind to outsmart your opponent and escape unharmed. Now, let’s get started.”

I’ll reclaim what’s mine, turn the world on its axis, and become the ultimate master of the very game created to ruin me. My name is Layla Blackwell and I'm nobody's bitch. *** See you soon ~ Love, Muse

he chuckled. "Anna, I have something to tell you," she said seriously. Brizella listened carefully. "My mother and husband have come to believe that you are the seventh goddess of our bloodline. So with this, I beg you to defend our nation in the upcoming war with the vampires," she pleaded. "No! I will not!"

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.

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at

Chibuzor Victor Obih was born in the southern part of Nigeria. He was born in Warri, Delta State to be precise. His writings includes novels, poetry and short stories. During his free time, he likes to play soccer, read, study and above all, write. He is currently a fourth year student of a renowned public university in Nigeria (University of Port-Harcourt) where he is pursuing a bachelor's degree in Mechanical Engineering. I Am Also A Werewolf is his fourth book and his first attempt to write a beautiful novella. It talks about the wonderful story of a female werewolf who supports her human friend during his crisis with his ex-wife's parents concerning the death of his wife. It features lov