Legend Series Novels & Stories

Her professor is pissed off, yet she can’t force herself to write anything. Her pen twirls around as she plays with it. It took five minutes of playing before her professor came in and handed bunch of booklets to one student asking him to distribute it to the entire class. A red covered book laid flat on her desk. “Unpopular legends.” She read it softly. She flipped the pages of the book and thought there must be about a hundred pages. She turned to the first page and saw the table of contents. “Welcome, today we will be talking about some of the most underrated legends of all time. For the entire month, we will be talking about each of these individuals to help ignite our inspiration. Clear

"The male we captured, he seemed to know about our existence. He knew who the Moon Goddess was." "She’s dead. The Moon Goddess is gone," Logan interrupted. Red froze. "Actually, legend says a new Moon Goddess will be reborn—stronger than before. Fifteen years ago, when a child was born in Lunar Pack, our best warriors were sent with one mission: eliminate the child. It was confirmed she was gone. We were satisfied. We began executing our plan to rule… but then the threats started. Years of planning crumbled, so we scattered across packs, hid our forms, and blended in. That’s how Mari ended up here," she finished softly.

Drake held his head trying to calm the raging anger he was feeling, “Alright, but I need some time to cool down. What are you doing here anyway?” Alexis smiled at Drake, “We decided to help you and Angel any way we can. We’ve gotten some people together to help you all. We’ve all heard the stories of your and Angel’s heroic deeds. You all can come out now! He’s okay now!” Just then more people came out of the bushes. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Drake nods at them, “Okay everyone! Let's go into town and get supplies; we head out at dawn.” Everyone leaves to go get supplies for the long trip. Drake then grabs the dead soldiers and reads their last few days of life. Then he

Steve's POV. Certainly, my beta's suspicion of Lena was rooted in the cruel history my pack had with her pack. It opened room for suspicions about her story, who she was and whatever she faced. I felt that way at first, but watching her recover, the winces she made while unconscious. Her calm and still face when she laid resting. And when she finally awoke, I couldn't deny it. I wasn't supposed to love again, not after I dumped in a ditch by love. But she pumped a rush in my veins no matter how hard I tried to stop it.

sensor he’d installed in the pool intake, he watched Sebastian Sorgentone. The Legend was armed. He carried a customized 1911—a beautiful, chrome-plated weapon that had featured in his last three films. He held it with the practiced grip of an actor who had spent thousands of hours on a firing range. But as Silas watched, he saw Sebastian’s hand tremble. Sebastian was looking at his security monitors. To him, they showed a peaceful, sun-drenched estate. Silas had looped the footage from four hours ago, creating a "perfect" reality for the Legend to guard.

I asked and he stepped in, dropping his laptop on the desk. I sighed before closing the door behind me and returning to the desk. He played a video and I could feel the hairs on my skin raising as I watched the video. It showed evidence and the list of the coaches and players who had been flagged as invalid and banned. I swallowed hard, looking towards Kelvin. He looked equally nervous as he spoke. "It might get to you." He said. I paused, running my hand through my hair as I paced the room. Everyone in that list that had been removed all had serious issues to their name, I had none but who knew whether those crimes were true or fabricated.

“You’ve got the wrong person.” “No, sir.” The reply was immediate. Ethan exhaled sharply, pacing a few steps. “This is ridiculous.” “Sir,” Victor continued, “you are the only surviving heir of the Cross lineage.” Ethan froze. The words didn’t immediately register. He turned his head slightly, as if trying to process what he had just heard. “…Heir?” A short, disbelieving laugh escaped him. “Yeah, right.” But there was no humor in it. Only exhaustion.

Andriel and Taylor, holding hands, watched their sleeping son until, gradually, exhaustion overtook them, and they too drifted off, lulled by the peaceful surroundings. They both knew this calm was temporary. The rebels remained undefeated, and new challenges would surely arise. But until the next step was taken, they allowed themselves to cherish these precious family moments. Malcom symbolized the continuation of a legacy, as did the children the other couples awaited. This new cycle would bring hope and strengthen the fight for the peace both Lycans and werewolves longed for. United, side by side, as one pack, they would fight not just for survival but for the future they were building to

all over his body, begging him to follow then with His big net, he wanted to say no, but they would not listing to anything from him except a yes, he knows dogs, and something he was sure about these dogs was that thy play a lot and never get tired except for the fact that most of their rough plays always ended up in a fight and he always had to settle fights, but when they were up at him playing, they never get tired as he would never fight them, there was one of them who Agbara knew must have thought them the licking strategy, though he was a bit away from the rest dogs and gentle, he was not always like that, though he was always not as smart and playful as others, but he had never been

I sat back down, watching them. Tyrell glanced at Deirdre, and she looked apologetic. “I had to tell her,” she explained to him. “I’m sure the last thing she’ll do is tell other people about it. We trust them, right?” “It’s not about trust, Deirdre. It’s about history and loyalty. Her loyalties lie with the werewolves, and of course she’s not going to be very happy about the fact that your father does what he does,” Tyrell said.