Novel & Cerita Legend Characters Book

Within minutes, a towering stack of fifteen thick volumes sat before us. I stared at them, my eyes wide. “This is going to take me forever to read.” Tobi chuckled and handed me one. “We’ll skim what we can.” The leather cover was worn, the title etched in faded gold: Aruyios – The Legend and the Lore. Inside were maps, illustrations of pack crests, depictions of ceremonies, and a full-page sketch of a massive stone palace. “Is this where your family lives?” I asked, tilting the book toward him.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

She said with determination. "Well, if you're so sure." Erica said after stuffing her face again. Jayce continued on to his office, pulling her book from the bag. He ran his fingers over the cover, a woman warrior facing off against a golden dragon. The woman almost reminded him of Lily. "Alright, let's see what you're all about, then." He said as he opened the book.

Will Sir Russ now take over? To find the answers to your questions keep and eye out for book 2 - From Legends to Life

Frustration claws at my chest until my fingers brush against a thick, worn book shoved far back on a lower shelf. The Legend of the Dragon Warriors. I scoff immediately. Dragons. Of course. I almost shove it back. I hate everything that has to do with dragons now. Everything about them reminds me of things I would rather forget, bonds I would rather pretend never existed. But something stops me. Tiny lettering at the very bottom of the spine catches my eye. Blue fire. My pulse stutters. I pull the book out slowly and flip it open. The pages are old. Fragile. The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs.

Greg's house Kema sat on the chair opposite Jackson as he stared at him. Jackson was staring into the screen on his phone, and a smile crept up to his face. Kema was curious as to what the young boy was reading that made him smile. "What are you doing?" Kema asked in a friendly tone. "Reading a story" Jackson replied "Which story?" "New Legend of Sango" "By who?" "Banjo Muhammed" Jackson replied "Oh! I have heard of him before. He is the one that wrote The heart broken vampire. He is good"

Damien looked at the book Charlotte was holding and noticed that it was a historical book with the legends of dragons . " You choose a rather interesting book . " said king Damien with a smirk . " Huh ? " said Charlotte confused as she looked at the book . " It's a historical book of our world , one of the oldest with legends that have passed down from generation to generation . It has a lot of geographical, archeology and alchemy elements . Will you be able to understand it ? " said king Damien . ' Is he really asking that question to a prodigy student like me ?! He is a king . I am surprised how he hasn't even gotten a CV of mine from the human world . ' thought Charlotte as she flipped th

Then, she shut her eyes tightly and said, “Chad, you may find this hard to believe. I’ve checked over and over again, yet in the end, I myself still have difficulty believing that the prediction in the book is true. Nadine has made acquaintances with War Legate Draco. And if I’m not mistaken, Draco is looking for this book. “Chad, this is all your fault for choosing not to destroy the book in the past. Now, the outlanders have it too. If this prediction is true, your daughter won’t live more than a few years.” Carlene heaved a sigh. Then, she sat in the study and continued to rifle through the pages. She splashed water on the pages to reveal its contents. This book was made from a special ma

And after hanging up, I felt I should have enlisted Malachy and Damien to work together on this plan. Malachy was the first of my many protégés when the brotherhood started. He proved useful in the kidnap of Raphael, that proud bastard who always reminded us that he was pureblood. I am not sorry that his eyes were scratched out and his head cut off. And I won’t be sorry when the same happens to Athan Mergec.