Legend Of Heroes Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

After he left, Amelia curled herself into a fury ball, spacing out and replaying the same scene again and again about how her parents didn't ask her to stay and declared their decision, forcing her to comply with it. She slapped herself multiple times. “Stop it, Amelia. It's not them who abandoned you. You left them. Where there is no respect, there's no need to stay. You did a good job by taking that decision,” she convinced herself. She lay down and saw a book on the side. She was getting bored anyway, so reading a book was no bad idea. While she was reading the book about supernatural beings, she suddenly remembered the infant Lycan prince. It's not like she witnessed it herself, but she

I will never let something happens to the man I love. Hector and Lucas shift to their wolf form. Lucas's wolf was bigger than Hector's wolf. I felt so scared. I believe that my mate is strong, but is his strength enough to defeat Lucas?

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

’ She pulled nervously on the hem of her shorts; Colin couldn’t help but stare at her long legs, but he did so discreetly. She was going to die now, she was certain of it. She certainly had no intention of working with Jocelyn, and she had no doubt that the old witch had not been lying when she said that she would push for death. But that anxiety quickly turned to anger at the werewolf in front of her. “How is your mate going to feel when she learns that you’d lie about her like this?” she spat. Colin looked at her, confusion and hurt written all over his face. She hated that his sadness affected her, that whatever spell Jocelyn performed worked so efficiently. “I don’t understand,” he began

I cab introduce you to the kingdom as the true moon goddess. Yuna smiled sweaty at Legolas before turning to face Sarah and smirking. "Bye-bye birdie," she whispered into Sarah's mind. "Please, Lego," Sarah tried as she got up. "I'm not the witch. She is! I would never betray you." "Shut up, slut!" Legolas growled, pulling Yuna behind him as if Sarah had the strength to hurt his new found mate. "Just hear me through, Lego. I would never hurt you, I barely know how to use make soup and you think I could perform high-level spell to trick you into being my mate?"

Marcus piped up, “What kind of legends?” Aldwin turned, face grim. “Warriors who fought as one, souls meshed so tight they could finish each other’s sword swings. Lovers who could send strength straight across a battlefield, keep each other alive by sheer will. But also,” his eyes narrowed, “stories of couples who vanished into each other. Couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. Lost themselves.” Not exactly a pep talk. Lyra edged closer to Marcus, needing the anchor. As soon as she got near, the urge to mirror him faded, like the bond just wanted proximity, not puppetry.

“Then what kind of relationship do you have?” “Just friendship,” Lawrence explained, his words laced with sincerity as he hoped Andriel would understand. “I told him about the mate I lost and how he reminds me of a friend I also lost. I only wanted to protect him, to be a friend he could trust and rely on in any situation.” “So, you found your mate?” Andriel’s curiosity sparked, prompting him to ask more. “What happened?” “She wasn’t a Lycan,” Lawrence replied, his voice heavy with sorrow. “She was killed by rebels, along with the rest of her family. Her brother became my best friend, and Taylor reminds me a lot of him.”

Liard’s POV I can still feel her. The warmth of her breath, the way her pulse raced beneath my fingers, the way she couldn’t bring herself to tell me to stop. I should have kissed her. I should have ended this fight between us, torn down whatever fragile resistance she still clings to. But Rhider ruined that. My fists clench at the memory, my wolf prowling beneath my skin, restless and furious. I watch Helena walk ahead of me now, her shoulders rigid as she follows Rhider toward the southern border.

The moon above dimmed. I struck her across the face—she grinned through the blood. She drove her claw into my shoulder—I screamed, then burned her back with solar flame. It wasn’t a fight. It was a battle for control. And I wasn’t backing down. ⸻ Then, she whispered something. Low. Cruel. Almost inaudible. “Liam dreams of me. He loves me.” I lost focus. Just for a second. And she drove a dagger into my ribs. Obsidian. Drenched in death magic.

Never quite been able to please the old wart, not even when all I did was love him. Hector the god-fucking Lycan had been my hero, all I ever wanted to be when I grew up. What a load of absolute bull dung. I felt my heart jump to my throat when something not unlike sadness flashed across his luminescent dust-grey eyes. “Then Japhtar, may the best king win.” Hector rumbled and then he was flying toward me, the weight of his royal army roaring to close the distance between us in seconds.