Legend Characters Book Novels & Stories

Therefore, Ima was the intersection set. She calmed herself, knew exactly what her reaction was going to be. Every action deserved an equal and opposite reaction. Ima was more than ready to handle the situation in her own ways and terms. She could not allow anybody to disrupt her life after her immeasurable efforts to build her empire. Whatever the stalkers and attackers were up to, she was going to know in a matter of few days. Money was all she needed, human resource was plenty. However, from the plenty, Ima had personalized one hitman. She considered him a holy assassin because he only went after sinners. Sinners by choice who required no repentance as the bible taught. He was a master at

"What's in the book?" "Trouble," I say. "Cool." He's completely serious. "Are you going to read it?" I look at the manual. The Void Dragon Art. A cultivation method that responds to my bloodline — my real bloodline, the one that's been sealed at 94.7% by something the System won't explain. A method that was placed here specifically for the person who would return. Return. Not arrive. Return. "Yeah," I say. "I'm going to read it."

"We will now read out the crimes of Kyra de Leta. Attempted murder of the saintess candidate, use of witchcraft to seduce the crowned Prince and plotting treason against the royal family with the entire De Leta family. She shall be beheaded by the Kingdom's Swordsmaster, Duke Kion" How did it come to this? I didn't do anything wrong. I just wanted all that was rightfully mine. But why? why must you betray me like this Kion? I treated you like family but yet you betrayed me. Down on her knees, Kion approached and whispered something into her ears before stepping back and unsheating his sword. With rage burning deep in her eyes and heart she muttered at him "I will get my revenge you illegitim

She felt something was off about him but she couldn't quite pinpoint it “Where are you headed?” he asked. *** Lyra and Jasper sat in silence, eating raspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. Jasper had walked Lyra to Tyler’s corner. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. Jasper had offered to follow Lyra to the coffee shop. “What pack are you from?” Jasper asked, breaking the silence. “Umm..” Lyra said choking on her food. “Dark hills pack” she lied through her teeth. “what about you?” “Salem pack” he muttered looking away from her.

It’s not every day that a man like Jagger looks my way. “Are you hungry?” He asks, and I nod. Jagger closes the book, and as he moves to stand up, I position myself between his legs with my legs spread, and I smile. His eyes look at my legs and slowly move up to my breasts and then my lips and my eyes.

He grabbed the two heavy boxes in the corner where I had some of my books. “Books,” I say, offering him a shy smile and he nods. “Fucking heavy. Do you own a fucking library?” He asks as he walks out of the apartment and Priest follows him with two boxes. As soon as the apartment is men free, the girls squeal and look at me, smiling. “Where have you been hiding them?” Jamie asks, and I smile. I have never seen them before. Yes, I had seen Jagger, but not the other two guys. I have to admit, they are both hot.

he started, taking a chair and dragging it across the room so he could sit beside the bed, “I have questions, and you’re the only captured rogue I left alive, which means you’re the only one who can answer my questions.” “What do you mean I’m the only captured rogue you left alive?!” I questioned, my heart dropping at the thought. “The others are dead. Lucky are the ones who knew they couldn’t win this so they retreated. I left you alive and didn’t finish off the work when you were unconscious because—” “What is your problem?” I interrupted, watching as he frowned at me. “How dare you brag about killing innocent people!? What did we ever do to you!?” “You all plotted to attack my pack and ki

“You know it’s not that simple, not to mention this legacy my mother’s always going on about.” “What’s the point of being king of Lycans and werewolves if you can’t do what’s best for us?” Frost countered, his tone turning serious. “Tell me, what’s more important: that legacy or your happiness?” Frost eased up on the teasing, speaking more earnestly. He and Andriel were one; if Andriel’s human side perished, Frost would too, and that was something he wasn’t willing to let happen.

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

I summoned Lanasia and Zaeramil to the public library to brainwash the humans that werewolves are fiction. We created books wherein we recorded the history of werewolves; their existence, the war between packs, the silver wolves, and the festival. It is stated to be the legend of such fiction. This is the beginning of werewolf fiction which resulted in multiple werewolf fiction in the future of humanity. The legend of werewolves... but no, the word is overused. "The Legend of Woof-Woof!" I suggested for the book title. "Seriously?" Zaeramil reacts. "That sounds unusual. But why?" Lanasia asks. I answered, "That will surely reach my descendant."