Legend Journey Novels & Stories

His expression is tight, like he’s been running through a storm of doubts just as much as I have. Without wasting a moment, I skim through the letter, my eyes darting over the words with sharp focus. I skip the formal greetings, the pleasantries that don’t matter now, and zero in on the core message—what’s truly important. [ After weeks of relentless searching, our efforts have proven to be utterly fruitless. The map refuses to stay still; it keeps shifting, evading us at every turn. We’ve gone in circles, clutching onto a fragile hope that maybe this time, we’ll find the truth. But all we’ve managed is exhaustion and frustration. We finally arrived at the plains of Teratoir—the ancient moun

The days blurred together after I left the mountain of shadows. My body ached, but not in the way that broken bones or pulled muscles ache. It was deeper, buried in my chest and stitched into the seams of my thoughts. The whispers of Lethra still lingered in my ears, curling like smoke in the back of my skull, reminding me of the fragility of my own courage. Yet, step by step, I pressed forward, and Jasmine pressed with me. Her pawsteps padded gently against the uneven earth, steadying, guiding and grounding me. I clung to the soft leather of her harness as though it were the only real thing in the world. The air grew colder as we made our way, sharper, with the dry bite of stone dust.

We left the lodge as the sun crested the mountains, not in a diplomatic convoy, but in a single, sturdy off-road vehicle, maps and ancient texts piled between us. For the first day, the drive was quiet, the landscape shifting from pine forests to rugged, rolling foothills. The decision of where to start had been practical. “The Sky-Tear Peaks,” Damon said, tapping the map with one finger as we stopped for fuel at a lonely outpost. “The lore around its shard is the most specific. A ‘tear of the moon’ fallen into the ‘eagle’s cradle.’ It’s still within the territories of an allied pack, the Stone Summit. Their Alpha owes me a favor. We can get safe passage and local guides. It’s the logical fi

Lena's POV For a long time, I had been thinking I was weak-willed, with no drive to survive or live on to the next sunrise, but my two instances with death convinced me otherwise. I thought after the masked rogue left me for death, I would slowly wheeze myself to the light, maybe watch myself float up, or feel my body rot. I managed to stand on my feet, my bones crackling and my legs shaking. My guts felt like they were being crushed by my body mass, and my legs, specifically my thighs, felt like they had been drilled through with a razor-sharp rock.

Valen's voice was a rough whisper, startling in the profound quiet. "We're close," Lyra lied, her own voice strained. She had no idea. The landmarks she remembered from her youth—discolored streaks in the rock, the scent of a particular mineral—were lost in the oppressive uniformity of the dark. She was navigating by instinct, by the feel of the air, by the subtle slope of the ground. She was leading them into the mountain's gut, praying it would lead them out the other side. Finn, Elara's brother, stumbled, his foot catching on a loose rock. He cried out, a sharp, panicked sound that echoed down the narrow passage, a beacon announcing their presence to anything that might be listening.

Not yet. He walked back towards the window. His reflection appeared faintly. As he stared, his eyes grew colder and he whispered to himself, “ One day you will understand. And when that day comes, no one will be able to ignore me.” The city lights flickered faintly. And somewhere in the distance, something was already moving closer.

“Report: Unique Skill, Illusion Manipulation, acquired!” D*mn, what was that? Now, it starting to scare the hell out of me. Maybe this is what happens to people who are about to die. I heaved a deep sigh mentally. Am I just going to accept my fate? How I wish I had the courage to tell Iris all the love I feel for her. “Report: Special skill, Leo, the Zodiac of pride and bravery, acquired!” I’m really going to die. There's no helping it. There was no hope anymore for me to survive in this lake of fire. It’s like I’m in hell right now.

Hades told her almost wistfully, a hand stroking his chin in thought as he paced in front of her, his dark eyes staring unseeingly at the caverns around them. (Winters barely remembered traversing through the ancient caverns for what seemed to be like endless nights as William held her clumsily within his tiny hands in a tight grip while they were riding a large wolf that was the color of snow. “Please, keep your eyes open!” she remembered William telling her for what seemed to be like the nth time, his voice sounding scarily distant despite their close proximity, his warmth doing little to the frigid air and the cold inside her, “Stay with me! We're taking you to Hades!”

My world is a mapped out labyrinth. A seemingly impossible quest to find anything in the latter. Something so simple for others, but to me an unobtainable thing. Serenity, the one thing I yearn for since I can remember. Right in the centre of all the chaos and destruction, I dare to say, was brought upon me by my beloved ones. In a world as dark and cunning as mine one would think to take the first opportunity and get away from it all. All the anger and desires burning one from the inside and starting anew.

*Logan* The sand beneath my feet is cool, a stark contrast to the heat racing through my veins. It’s been an endless journey, moving through those dreams that felt more like trials, each one a step closer to... what? Healing? Or my ultimate downfall? The fields, the forests, the ghostly city… all of it seemed like a twisted path laid out by fate, or perhaps by my own fractured psyche.