League Of Legends Fanfic Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Because the curse that the old Lycans fear… began with her.” He moved away from the door, as if the story needed more space. “Cernach,” he began. “A Lycan warrior, born from the First Wild Bloodline. Untamable. Brutal. He believed he could mark her. That he could make the Goddess his. Unite her spirit to his flesh.” The silence grew denser. “And Morrigan… allowed it,” Alexei continued, more quietly. “But what was born from their union was a curse.”

“The older ones have their own fan fiction.” “Fan… what?” I said. “Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly. Rowan grabbed the pages and flipped to the back. In uneven letters, a title sprawled across the top: LEGENDS OF THE KERSED LOONA. “The cursed Luna,” I corrected gently. “U, not O.” “I like it with the O,” Rowan said. “It sounds like ‘Loony.’” “Accurate,” Naomi muttered. I tapped the page. “What else does it say about me?” I asked, steeling myself.