Legend Gemmell Novel Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Sophie Bennett and I had a lavish wedding. But for five years, she kept refusing to make our marriage legal. Every time, the reason was Daniel Pierce. He'd been born with a heart condition, she said. He couldn't handle the shock. We'd have to put off the paperwork a little longer. One day, I looked at the wedding photo on our table and finally asked, "His condition isn't going away. Does that mean you'll never legally marry me?" Sophie pointed at the photograph, disappointment written all over her face. "Ethan, I never knew you could be so heartless. Daniel and I grew up together. I can't just abandon him! Besides, we've done everything a married couple does. Is that pie

But then, maybe I’m being ungrateful. I pick up the last present. It’s a narrow box, barely the length of my hand. I open it up and inside is a necklace. The chain is gold but the pendant on it looks like a crystal of some sort. It looks raw, uncut. As if someone’s pulled it from the earth and just fashioned it to fit the chain. The crystal is a white, almost see through, barely an inch in length.

“Okay. But only if you tell me what a cop is doing reading The Tibetan Book of the Dead.” “I’m not a cop.” I stand up and offer my hand. “Miles Landry, PI, at your service.” She gives it a squeeze. “Gemma Ellison, student, at yours.” Gemma sits and I signal the waitress for another tea. I ask her where she goes to school. Columbia, majoring in Asian Studies. That explains her familiarity with my reading material and why she’s the only other Caucasian in a Chinese teahouse in the middle of a weekday.

I didn't know what yet. "Sadly, I couldn't catch him," Gemma replied. "It's fine. I'm glad you're okay. He was a very good fighter." Gemma said nothing. "I'll leave you to rest. I have to discuss something with Nate." She picked up the book on the ground and I saw my mother notice it. "Is this about the Obsidian Wolves?" My mother suddenly asked. Gemma's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced back at me, probably thinking that I had told her.

Carrie fell to her knees as Liam tried to grab his mate, his confusion at what was going on evident. “Hello mate. Oh how I have longed to meet you for many years!” A soft melodic voice said Max looked at Gemme, except it wasn’t Gemma looking back at him. Her face was almost the same except her ears were slightly pointier, her eyes an exotic yellow and her cheekbones were more prominent. When she lifted her hand to caress Max’s shocked face, her naturally soft pink lips smiled in a way that wasn’t Gemma. There was mischief but intelligence behind the smile.

"As much as Marielle is the daughter of the oldest vampire, she is also the only surviving defendant of Helia, the strongest elf a thousand years ago. The elf gene that flows in her veins is his. She has the same gem that made him perfect right in the middle of her chest, invisible to all eyes except those with the strongest magic. That is why she never opens her chest, the gem appears and disappears but lives in her. That gem enhances magic, purifies darkness, and gives immortality as it once belonged to a god. Helia was half elf, half god. If Lord Winot wants that stone to enchant his magic, to become immortal and indestructible, he can only get it if she gives it out willingly. That is wh

Now someone else had it. Finally putting a leash on his rage, he lowered himself to his seat and took a deep breath. "Were you able to find who the thief is?" he asked in a much calmer voice, a voice that belied the rage boiling within him. "Alpha," Wayland shook his head and quickly proceeded before Talon would flare up again. "We have no idea who the gem thief is, but our spies within Hayden told us it was a werewolf. The Alpha Prince Jade has embarked on a journey to retrieve it, and rumour has it that the Soul Gem and the thief lives in a human city called Northville"

Gem called his name, but his blue eyes were open and devoid of life. When she realized he was dead, she sank her sharp teeth into Jaxon’s arm. Jaxon screamed out at the unexpected pain and he pulled out of her. Gem used the opportunity to escape away from them, but Jaxon had released inside her, and her pussy was dripping off his thick cum. The stench easily led him to her. Jaxon was enraged when he found her shivering under Lexi’s bed. He couldn't believe such a tiny little thing managed to bring him pain. But then, he understood it was because of terror.

"He is not my flesh and blood! He's the monster who killed Matthew! He's my enemy! I'd eat his flesh and sleep on his hide if I could! Say one more word about him in my presence, and you can pack your things and get the hell out of this house!" George went pale as a sheet. He dropped to his knees, too terrified to utter another word. I drifted above, perched on the carved wooden beam, watching it all with cold eyes. Of course, my father wouldn't look for me. He wanted me dead—the worse, the better. It had always been this way. I remembered when I was seven. Matthew had just received a new emerald pendant—a tribute from some foreign merchant. It was worth a small fortune. He treasured it like

I turned around to face him and looked at the special gift around my neck. It was a silver necklace with small blue diamonds circling it. I looked up, meeting his gaze. "Is this..." I trailed off when I got lost in his eyes. "The blue diamond you tried to steal from my museum?" I nodded quietly. He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I know how much you loved it, and I want you to have it; it's yours." "It's beautiful; thank you." I smiled at him. "You remembered." He nodded quietly. His lips curved into a smirk. "I can never forget the jewel thief who stole my heart," Ares teased. THE END.