Lanney Gwain Saga Novels & Stories

"That's ... because I'm lazy, hahaha ..." "All right, I'm going to sleep here. After I read the story, you have to sleep, huh?" "All right ..." Nathania climbed into bed and immediately lay down. Meanwhile, Nathan took the place beside her while pulling the blankets and covering their bodies. "Tell a good story!" "Well, I will tell you about a legend of a goddess named Leanor who came down to earth because she fell in love with a human. But because love between the two is very impossible, making the King of the Gods, Kyvernitis angry to expel his beloved daughter to earth and made her live in misery with the human. Goddess Leanor married her lover, Vasilias and had a son named Arthur. Unable

She nodded her head in satisfaction with smiles plastered on her face. "Thanks for keeping your promise, Gwen." She whispered to herself and began walking towards the woods that led to the South in search of the other armies of the west. __________________ Cornell rode his horse back as fast as he could when he heard from the armies that Laga went alone with the red head lady, Gwen. He went in search of his brother to ensure he was safe because he doesn't believe in Gwen's words, with thoughts of her being their enemies. While he was riding back, he heard the roaring sound of dragons and their flapping wings. He quickly looked up and saw the dragons flying towards the last bridge of the Nort

Gwen’s scream pierced through every sound of battle, louder than anything else. “RAYAAAAAAA!” The pain in itself was unbearable. Her hands shook violently as she tried to reach Raya, but the warriors still restrained her. She struggled like she was willing to tear her own skin off just to break free, her cries echoing until even the council warriors faltered in their hold. My heart shattered inside my chest. Raya, who had protected Gwen when I failed, was lying motionless, blood staining the ground. And Gwen’s scream… it was the sound of her world breaking apart.

My mates faltered at her name. "Gwendolyn?" They echoed, sounding confused. Gwen smiled, running her hand over her head, a ripple of magic ran over her, taking the form a familiar face and body. Everything but the long brunette hair, Gwen was the spitting image of her twin sister, Gen. But unlike Gen who ruled the Fey above land and the Merking who claimed title of the Merfolk and tides, Gwen truly ruled the seas, water and the animals themselves that lived within them. The King of Merfolk should be bowing to her.

Her horn emitted a radiant glow that enveloped Lowan for a few seconds until his body absorbed it. "Hi Cass and Lowan. I am Bayani. I'm an Aghoy. We are known for seeking lost items and treasures. My gift for you will be this," introduced the one-foot tall man on Dalisay's shoulder as he handed me a wooden compass. "This compass will lead you to anything you have lost," Bayani added. This is actually a great gift considering I tend to lose a lot of my things. "My name is Luntian, a Mahomanay of this forest. This is Mahalia the Lambana. She says that humans can't hear her voice so I'd have to do the talking for her," said the elven heartthrob as he introduced himself and the fairy.

I flip open the book on page seventy-seven. A single poem stares back at me, old-fashioned black letters standing defiantly against against the browning, moth-eaten paper. I read. The Wife Of Llew And Gwydion said to Math, when it was Spring: “Come now and let us make a wife for Llew.” And so they broke broad boughs yet moist with dew, And in a shadow made a magic ring: They took the violet and the meadow-sweet To form her pretty face, and for her feet

The gorilla man follows behind, his shoulders and head grazing the edges of the door frame, before slamming the barred door shut behind him. The lock turns into place as they walk away, silence following them. I can feel the people around me, my magic calling to all of their broken pieces, but none of them dare to make a noise. And I can’t say I blame them. I roll onto my back, my knees and arms no longer having the strength to hold me up. The ache in my ribs is back with full force, deepening with every inhale, but I refuse to give them the satisfaction of my tears. Hell, if I wouldn’t give them to my jailers in Faerie, these monsters sure haven’t earned them.

“Talen Gawaine?” Heath sighed and shoved his hands into his pockets. “He has claimed Aislen as his mate, except that he is being very careful about just how he puts it as he’s obviously gotten a good measure of Aislen’s personality and worked out that she will pretty much pit herself against anything that resembles a command.” “You are familiar with his name?” “I wasn’t at first,” Heath confessed. “But it wasn’t hard to dig into him a bit. He is mentioned a few times in the historical records.”

said Gwen, "Thought we were doing this together, finding the kids," said Serena, "No, we have a different goal, see you around," said Gwen, as she made her way to the west leaving them both on the isle of Roman. A lady joined her, as she got away from the sight of the two, "Cayla of Dathomir," said Gwen, "Gweneviere Sautor," said Cayla, "Come here kid," said Gwen, as she enveloped her in a hug, as tears trickled down their faces,

—I drop my voice into my best impression of Morgengraun, the witch from the game—“powers the likes of which you’ve never seen.” “Oof, that’s awful.” His whole body shakes with laughter. “And that’s not even the fucking line.” “Yes, it is!” I smack his shoulder lightly. “I’ve only played it like a million times. Gwen’s stuck over the cauldron, Sir Lancival isn’t there yet, and she says the potion is going to grant her powers the likes of which you’ve never seen.” “So close.” He leans back in mock pain. “But it’s power the likes of which the world has never seen.”