Legend And The Hero Novels & Stories

Torn between his duty and heart, Legend Brendon has reached the junction at which he has to tread carefully or else he would lose everything that made him the Alpha King. When he meets his mate, Leticia, she was everything he did not expect her to be. A witch. He must make sure she does not get killed and fight against the roaming shadows that were threatening to destroy his kingdom. • • • Chapter one Chapter One ~Legend's POV~ "So tell me why you are not excited about your father's birthday?" Gael, my best friend and Beta's son, said and I exhaled deeply.

Roman answered as he walked, he grabbed Lucas’s empty glass and walked towards the bar “You shot one of them!” Harley yelled “Just to be clear, we tried to make peace and what happened was just collateral damage.” Lucas said in his defense. “And now their leader, Legion has sworn to end everything that is so precious to us. Isn’t that great?” Roman muttered before moving the glass to his lips “And you know nothing much about them so you can’t even know when they’ll strike” Harley added “Like he said, isn’t that great?” Lucas exhaled in frustration

Like it already knows how this ends. ~~~

Drake held his head trying to calm the raging anger he was feeling, “Alright, but I need some time to cool down. What are you doing here anyway?” Alexis smiled at Drake, “We decided to help you and Angel any way we can. We’ve gotten some people together to help you all. We’ve all heard the stories of your and Angel’s heroic deeds. You all can come out now! He’s okay now!” Just then more people came out of the bushes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Drake nods at them, “Okay everyone! Let's go into town and get supplies; we head out at dawn.” Everyone leaves to go get supplies for the long trip. Drake then grabs the dead soldiers and reads their last few days of life. Then he

I stared ahead but paid attention to their conversation. "So what's this prophecy?" Jissa in her normal inquisitive nature, asked. "When Silver meets Gold, when White meets black," Miranda replied and I could almost hear what was going on in Jissa's mind. "How's that a prophecy? So incomplete, in my books," she said. "What would happen if these colors or stones meet each other?" She added to my amusement. My best friend could be a clown sometimes. "That's when the great war of the supernaturals would happen," Miranda broke it and I stopped abruptly.

) Mattel guides Regina’s fingers along the star points of Perseus, the constellation of the celebrated hero of lore; he who slew countless creatures, from the gorgon monster to treacherous sea monsters. “Is this your favorite constellation?” Regina asks, voice quiet and reverent in the face of something that feels laden with unspeakable magnitude. She can feel the curve of Mattel’s smile against her temple. “Yes.” “Why?” Mattel is quiet for several minutes. “He was the fiercest, mightiest hero of the legends; swift and agile and true.” Mattel’s words, hummed low, makes Regina lean back against him. “He had slain all the most fearsome monsters there were. When I was younger, I liked to imagin

She finally told him that she was indeed the daughter of a werewolf named Giselle and a hunter named Alister. "But it looks like the human blood in you is stronger than the werewolf blood. I saw it, Brizel!" Jeff's response to his lover's story. "I see. Because my father was human. But somehow I also inherited my mother's strength, Jeff!" The girl replied. They both stopped at a lake to avoid being seen by Fiona. All the middle-aged woman knew was that Brizella had returned to Werewolfia. The girl continued her story that Giselle had forced her to fight La Losna in the war. Jeff already knew this from Chloe.

“Aware you won’t be whether your life-string would be cut if you face the legends of Dark. Alas, you can only try, child.” “I’ll take my chances.” “Well then, to lose you need to be prepared. Alas, alas, your death linked onto your father’s fingers. Winning is not your option but losing and dying is.” She smirked. “Thanks for the vote of confidence.” “Legends shall rise, child. The new face of Legend will reveal itself the soonest. What you need is more time.” “You’re lucky, old woman! I happen to be a master of time. So, how shall I look for them?”

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”