La Quemada Leyenda Novels & Stories

We go there for physical education, and I always stop in front of the poster to get a better look. "Tim Frost!" Leya Morris shouts as she climbs onto my windowsill. She sticks out her tongue while watching Tim. I want to push her off the windowsill, not just because I can't stand her, but because I'm jealous. I'm the only one who can look at Tim, and I don't understand why others don't understand that.

The first speaker finally inquired. "The Hall doesn't like to waste resources so we are entitled to collect the legacy of the dead. Even if it is inner garments. We are not the judge." The second one replied coldly but he didn't seem to move at all. Letting out a bitter sigh, the first one completed the 'heavy' task and the two left. The naked corpse is left for nature to feed on. Ignorant of the death of Fire Lord, Chen returned to the Balak City. The routes chosen by Olivia are nothing short of divine. Though winded and long, she managed to bring Chen to the city safe before flying out towards her son.

Everywhere suddenly went dead silent when I asked the question, the wounded ones had stopped groaning and whining in pain, it had gotten so quiet that if I dropped a feather on the ground we would hear the sound it made when it lands on the ground. As soon as the five seconds time I gave him elapsed and he had not said anything I rushed with the hot iron in my hand that had been burning since this morning to the one whom I had used a hammer to beat on his thighs multiple times and I draped the very hot iron on his exposed wound ignoring his screams kicks and pleads for mercy.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

I barked at Liam who drew closer to me as he stared at her seemingly confused. “Who the hell is that?.” he asked, still pissing me off. “get me a fucking doctor!.”I yelled and headed up towards my room, slowly I placed her over the bed unsure of what to do, I ran my hand over her temples and he burned up terribly, not the normal state of hot for a wolf, she literally burned up, felt as hot as anything else I had ever seen. I reached towards her once again and she scalded my arm.

I skimmed the text, my eyes darting from line to line, trying to make sense of it. *Project Inferno— Weaponization of Wildfires.* My breath caught in my throat. Weaponization? what the actual hell...? I flipped through the pages, my pulse quickening as the details unfolded before me.

Also, the pain of losing someone close is very hard and on top of that, to live with the guilt of murdering them is enough to make a person dead inside. It's been three years since Jacob has left the world leaving me alone to deal with the werewolves. I am still the Luna Queen but it's only a title for me because I don't have the right to make any decision as now I am considering a cursed person. However, I don't feel bad about it because after hearing the same thing for so many years, I also have started to believe that I am really an unlucky person or why my mate would die so tragically.

He stops at the edge of the Forrest and turns back around. His eyes were as black as the never-ending abyss and as red as staring into a pool of blood. They were also filled with a piercing rage and excitement, as he gazed upon another hill. Setting on the top of this hill was a humongous burning building. The flames ranged as far up as the eye could see. The flames raged in color from red to orange, and in some places even appearing as black. After a couple of minutes, the boy smiled; a smile that showed his cleverness and malignance. Then he turned back around and walked through the edge of the Forrest that was close to him leaving it behind.

Yash let out a long breath, spreading the fire so thin it was if it were only a plume of smoke that shimmered in the sky. The drumming began to intensify as the Luna stepped forward. Her flame was large, as long as her torso. She split it in two allowing each hand to hold a flickering flame. As she chanted the flame began to take shape, turning into the goddess selene in one hand. On the other hand was now a fiery man. I recognized this legend. It was about Selene's love story. Knowing that Raya would not understand the story as it played out, I decided to tell it as the flames recreated it.

Lila POV I was in hell. The way my body ached, my back burning like it had every inch of skin torn off was like being tossed into the flaming pits of Hell. My head pounded. My mouth hurt, the metallic taste of blood coating my tongue. There wasn’t a part of me that didn’t throb with pain. I couldn’t feel the lashes anymore, but I heard them. I still heard the sound of it cutting through the air, the crack as it landed on my skin.