Legend Characters Book Novels & Stories

“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 will.” The library was quiet, dustier than usual, but oddly comforting. I moved past the rows of scrolls and shelves, ignoring the ornate chandeliers and ancient rugs. My feet found the corner I had discovered days ago—the one with books so old their spines cracked under a breath of air. And there it was: The Legacy of the Signma Merrior. I pulled the book down carefully and sat on the bench by the window. The late afternoon sun spilled across the pages like golden ink, catching the embossed symbols. I traced them with a finger, heart oddly steady.

"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."

“My father read me some stories during my childhood. One of our favorites is about Silvermares. I never thought it’s more than just a legend.” He placed the big book on the table. Jared and I stood beside him and watched as he flipped the pages. “I have no idea where my father gets this. But I’m glad I decided to keep it as an heirloom.” He stopped flipping the pages and pointed his finger at a picture. The page revealed an old drawing of two beings. “Lycans…” I whispered as soon as I laid my eyes on them. “Yes…” Jared also whispered. “I used to read a similar book in a public library.”

Its golden eyes burned with a feral madness driven by hunger and frenzy. Noticing that most of the men of his immediate squads lay dead, Mathew made a promise to himself that he would join them soon, not as a coward but as a Legionnaire. With a yell, he launched himself to his feet, sword in hand. He swung the blade in a wide arc in front of him. Its metal met bone as he severed the hand that the beast had been stretching out towards him. A fountain of blood pumped from the jagged end of its arm where its hand was half a moment before. Mathew pressed his advantage, closing on the thing, and put his full weight upon his blade, sinking it deep into the monster’s heart, and driving its body ove

he asks and I lift my eyes, surprised. Ashamed, I try to hide the book behind me and utter, “Huh, yeah. I just wanted to read something about it.” I explain and he nods, taking the book from my hands and opening it. He flips the pages, as if he knows exactly what he's looking for. After going through several pages, he stops and stares at it for a while. “The legend says that one of them would be from this pack, you see.” he starts as he lifts the book up for me to see the page he was on. “Hera...she's supposed to come from Aquatic, but now thousands of years have passed and no signs of her.”

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.

"I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me." Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly, his attention fully fixed on her. "She handed me the book and then… she disappeared. Just like that. No explanation. Nothing." Elara swallowed. "I thought it was weird, but I still took it." Her hands trembled faintly as she spoke, the memory still too vivid. "The cover said… The Legend Alpha Prince," she said quietly. "And when I touched it… it started glowing." A ripple of tension moved across the room.

I asked, scanning the spines for anything that might stand out. “It was old,” Lysa said thoughtfully. “The cover was dark, almost black, with faded gold lettering. I think it was called ‘Legends of the Shadowed Moon’ or something like that.” “Here,” I said, pulling a book from the shelf that matched her description. The cover was worn, the title barely legible, but it was clear this was a book that had seen many years and many hands. I opened it carefully, flipping through the yellowed pages until I found what we were looking for.