Legend Characters Book Novels & Stories

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu

He grew up learning social etiquette, combat skills, and how to properly connect with a spirit as she was naturally able to handle the crowd and the little accidents because the Sachiel Shores was the place of trade and port of foreigners. Lucian was taught by the book about values and honesty. Amaryah experienced a lot of things beforehand and that shaped who she was. They were very opposite, so they did not really get along well when they first met. He couldn't handle how unruly Amaryah was while she was skeptical about how spoiled and sheltered Lucian was. Yet although he was like that, Lucian was one of the good guys. The real good guys. But he will only trouble her if he starts going on

Her professor is pissed off, yet she can’t force herself to write anything. Her pen twirls around as she plays with it. It took five minutes of playing before her professor came in and handed bunch of booklets to one student asking him to distribute it to the entire class. A red covered book laid flat on her desk. “Unpopular legends.” She read it softly. She flipped the pages of the book and thought there must be about a hundred pages. She turned to the first page and saw the table of contents. “Welcome, today we will be talking about some of the most underrated legends of all time. For the entire month, we will be talking about each of these individuals to help ignite our inspiration. Clear

She was a venomous snake—one that waited patiently before sinking its fangs into the places that hurt the most. I would have demanded answers and sought an explanation in the past, but now, I was too weary from it all. I simply withdrew my hand and turned toward the entrance of the apartment building. "Elena Marino!" Dante bellowed as he grabbed the strap of my briefcase and yanked it back hard before I could even react, causing the briefcase to slip off my shoulder. In that instant, case files spilled across the pavement, leaving hundreds of pages scattered about our feet. The file lying on top was open, its title clearly visible. "Federal Fraud Investigation: The Romano Famiglia."

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.

The boy had no idea where the wetness came from because nowhere up around where he stood was wet. The boy felt a sudden sadness for the poor animal, so he held out his right hand, palm down, and suddenly, his arm glowed with a strange purple color. The purple color that had started to glow around his arm seemed to wiggle around it as if it were alive in its own way. Slowly, the wolf began to rise and out of the pit, with the boy switching his hand’s position as the wolf floated out of the pit. The boy laid him softly on the ground just a few feet away from the opening with a wave of his hand.

I didn't know if I should feel excited or strange. I always thought the tattoo was just a bad luck thing I had, but it turns out that isn't the case. I carried the book and went to the librarian, who looked no less than in her seventies. I wonder why she is still working here. "Hello miss, I would like to inquire about this book." When she saw the book I held, I noticed a slight expression in her eyes. "Ah, the old book of legends," She said in a low voice. "Where did you get it?"

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Cayd points to the part in the book that Buppig was reading and reads the passage from my book as Lily’s eyes get wider and wider. “Were the chroniclers the same for each dragon clan?” Cayd asks, the excitement in the air begin to crackle with energy. “No,” Buppig says, dropping two more huge books onto the table. Lily grabs one and so does Cayd. He wraps an arm around me, kissing the side of my head as he flips through the book until he finds it. “Look, Madelyn,” he says, moving the book in front of me. This book says the same thing that Cayd read before, except instead of Falknor, it says Feilong.

“…An honor?” For a moment, he thought he had misheard. Nobody ever spoke to him like that. Not in his world. Inside the Hayes mansion, he was called useless. A burden. A mistake. Honor didn’t belong anywhere near his name. He let out a short, bitter breath. “If this is some kind of joke, I’m not interested.” “This is not a joke, sir,” The voice replied immediately. “My name is Victor Hale. I am the chief steward of the Cross family.”