Legend Book Series Novels & Stories

"This is incredible." Tasha nodded, but her eyes were focused on something else. She sat down on the bed and brought out a book from under her pillow, and then glanced back at Storm with a n unreadable expression. “Why are your eyes purple?” She whispered, clutching the book to her chest. Storm frowned at the question. “Genetics” She replied with a shrug although she knew it was deeper than that. She actually never knew the real meaning behind her eyes. But judging from the way her parents had always seemed to over react and hide it, Storm was sure that there was more to it.

The girl, who prided and found pleasure in coning sugar daddies with her late boyfriend. The fifteenth law of power…All great leaders since Moses have known that a feared enemy must be crushed completely, if one amber is left alight, no matter how dimly it smolders a fire will eventually break out. More is lost through stopping halfway than through total annihilation. The enemy will recover and will seek revenge. Crush him, not only in body but in spirit.

doing her homework. In my lap, hidden by the heavy book, was my tablet. The screen was a black sea of green text. I typed in the password. Lana. The system didn't just open; it surrendered. Abram’s entire life—every bribe, every heartbeat of his empire—laid itself bare. My pulse didn't even quicken. I felt like a surgeon looking at a tumor. I moved through the folders with a cold, jagged precision. The Black Ledger.

"This meeting is only for those with active brain. Everybody can as well leave." Oh it is about to go down. Zane's head nearly rolled off his head in shock, “Did you just call me brain dead?” "If you could clearly understand what I said then you shouldn’t be bothered by the insult." Caius kept his tone perfectly pleasant. "Now no more distractions." While everyone was busy observing Caius’ drawings, I noticed what Lysander came in with. "What is that?" I asked, moving closer. "Legend book from the archive." Lysander opened it carefully. "Says your pendant can summon royal guardian wolves."

She could feel her body is trembling but she couldn't move even one step. Amayah's eyes widened even more as the two people who had killed her mother and sister slowly walked towards her. She stared at the blade of the two swords in their hands. The swords are stained with blood from the bodies of her mother and Sister Aloha. And soon those swords will also be stained with her blood.

He bowed and was gone as quickly as he arrived, leaving the heavy satchel behind. I lunged for the bag the moment the tent flap sealed. I untied the cord with shaking fingers and pulled out the book. It wasn't ancient and brittle. It was a modern reprint, but the cover read: Healers' Lore: The Legacy of the Wounded Crown. It was a medical text, disguised as a historical relic.

Leo let out a cry of pain, his silver light flickering under the weight of the Heiress’s assault. "She’s grounding herself through the children!" Elias shouted over the roar. "Maya, if she completes the circuit, she’ll burn them out!" "I need a counter-weight!" Maya screamed. She looked at the heavy vellum book Elias had shown her; the "Legacy Bank." She realized then that the book wasn't just a record. It was a catalyst. The ink was made from the same biological components as the serum, but it was "Fixed"; it was a physical anchor in a world of shifting pixels.

Though the two words sound the same when spoken, our written records would clearly distinguish between the pure of blood and the lesser of the species. Our entire history, weaknesses, strengths and deeds are painstakingly recorded in great detail in a specially commissioned, leather bound ledger that he has come to call ‘The Vampyre Chronicles.’ The Vampyre being referred to is himself, not the race as a whole. He is beginning to believe in his own legend and that is not good for anyone, myself included.

I placed my hand on the cold knob, and it creaked open under my push, revealing a library. Dust floated in the amber light coming from a chandelier, the scent of old paper surrounded me like an embrace. Shelves towered on all sides, cracked and faded with a variety of books. My fingers drifted along the titles crested in the rectangular back of the books, then something caught my eye—a red hardback, its cover smooth and untouched. The title was etched in gold: LEGACY OF THE CROSS.

“And as your Luna, I will fight beside you.” Later that night, as the fires of the training grounds burned low, Elizabeth found herself drawn to the library one of the many rooms in the Shadowfang castle she had yet to fully explore. Books lined the towering shelves, their spines holding knowledge of centuries past. She ran her fingers along the leather bindings, stopping when a particular title caught her eye: Legends of the Golden Wolf. Heart pounding, she pulled the book from the shelf and flipped through its worn pages. The more she read, the more a chilling realization settled within her.