Las Leyendas: El Origen Novels & Stories

“He was a reminder that the magical world was not to be trifled with and that the secrets of the earth were not for mortals to wield.” “And so, the legend of Lycaon and the origin of the werewolves lived on, passed down through generations, a cautionary tale of the dangers of meddling with forces beyond human control.” Rune was rolling on the floor by the time I was done. “I said humid me,” he said laughing, “not kill me,” “Do you believe this to be the origin of werewolves, your origin??” he asked, still trying to regain composure. I could feel my face turn red. “Rune!” I yelled.

Like most places, there is a legend known to many about how the Mist Mountains came to be. A few millennia ago, these erected mountains were just like any other ordinary mountain. That is, till a lady of some famous noble family runs away from home due to a marriage she didn't want. The lady hoped to offer her whole lifetime praising and singing to the gods, but her family never understood nor supported her. She was miserable for days upon hearing the news of the day when she would marry, so she took off and hid in the mountains.

I crossed my legs as I sat on the floor with them. “You DO know about our ancient origins right?” he asked, hope that I would say yes written all over his face. “Of course I know about King Lycaon and his transformation by a Zeus god for punishment, which birthed our origin. Omg I’ve even started using ‘our’” I said, whispering and giggling at the last part. “That’s right. Thank God.” “I think in this case of emergency, we should talk about hybrids and the hierarchical ways. I think she might know about the latter though.” Lucas interjected.

"Are you giving up already?" The words stung sharp, halting my rant. I sank onto the cot opposite her, shoulders slumping heavy. "I’m not giving up. I’m just... lost. I need to know the beginning. What sparked the war? Why did I kill her? Without that, how do I fight against fate?" She leaned forward, eyes searching mine. "The origins lie buried deep in the Legend of Ophelia. If you seek them you would find them in the Forbidden Vault that holds scrolls and prophecies. Ancient records of clan wars, curses, reincarnations."

My mum had a skeptical look on her face at the mention of my request. "The moonstone land is said to be a sacred part of the Blue Moon pack, we can't have it, moreover, it's way too close to the Blue Moon pack" she pointed out calmly. "Listen to me, we have to own that land, someone is living on that land and they have the crest of the extinct royal witch! There must be other secrets on that land!" I exclaimed in a whisper.

Of the way she screamed. The witches listened without interruption, but the air in the room thickened with each word. When Lyra finished, Valea touched the center of the runic circle and closed her eyes. “There is an old legend,” she said slowly, “older than the kingdom, older even than the Lycans. A story whispered by the stars.” Kane stepped closer. “We’ve heard the stories. Of a Queen who rose in fire and fell with blood.”

Although, I did wonder where his story was heading to. "Cessi decided to breathe life on earth, and she did that by cloning the cells of her younger brother," he added. I couldn't help but notice his story about Lycan origin was way different from what I'd read in older journals. In ancient journals I'd read, it was claimed that Cessi had given life to Lycans, Faes, and werewolves through her breath. Nonetheless, I pressed on, withholding any interruption, captivated by Alexander's story. "And what occurred then?" I inquired, my voice laced with anticipation. I wanted to know more.

"Speculation seems to indicate they live deep in the heart of the Lacandon jungle, venturing only rarely to the domesticated parts to find brides. They look for young, unmarried virgins, spiriting them from the house of their parents, unseen, unheard, leaving behind piles of treasure as dowry. Gold, rubies, diamonds. Enough to make the family rich." "Sounds like a fairytale. What makes you think they exist?" Joel seemed oddly curious about her answer, his head tilted as he regarded her, eyes intent. Why did she believe in a legend? How about because of a foolish wish that something as romantic as ghostly warriors in search of love could truly exist? "All rumors and legend have a small grain

Sources Ad The werewolf is a mythological animal and the subject of many stories throughout the world—and more than a few nightmares. Werewolves are, according to some legends, people who morph into vicious, powerful wolves. Others are a mutant combination of human and wolf. But all are bloodthirsty beasts who cannot control their lust for killing people and animals. Early Werewolf Legends It’s unclear exactly when and where the werewolf legend originated. Some scholars believe the werewolf made its debut in The Epic of Gilgamesh, the oldest known Western prose, when Gilgamesh jilted a potential lover because she had turned her previous mate into a wolf.

Elias had only glared; the cold stare he gave was more of an answer than any words could ever be. “What is it you want from me? If I remember correctly, I did not want the inclusion of the hybrid law in The Council’s creation; that was you.” “You cannot let them take her away from me,” Elias replied plainly. He skipped over Ife’s jeer. It was true that all those centuries ago, he had proposed the hybrid law. It was after the devastation of the wars, when witches and wolves had joined together to eradicate the vampires. When Elias had looked onto the battlefield and saw the combination of powers, he knew that such a creature should not exist again. At least, until he began collecting.