Legend Stories Novels & Stories

“That legend… the Red Fiona. Everyone seems so fascinated by it but. You don’t seem to care much for the story.” He stopped walking so suddenly that I almost ran into him. He turned, his gaze finally meeting mine, and it felt like being struck by lightning. His eyes were dark and intense, holding a depth I couldn’t decipher. “Legends are just stories,” he said, his voice low and firm. “They’re distractions from what’s real. You should focus on surviving here, not on fairy tales.” His words were cold, but there was something else behind them. A warning. “Surviving?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Is this place that dangerous?”

What does it mean? Sorens already started shaking his head. “My queen, you don’t understand. The forgotten world is the only thing we can remember from that time, every other thing has been mixed with fantasy and falseness. It is just a myth that has been reformed and retold too many times. Not a lot remained of the real story. Some people say in the forbidden world, magic existed, Trees could talk. Nature could commune with humans and a plague which made fathers to kill mothers and sons to kill fathers existed but we don’t know anything about it.”

she said. "Child?" muttered Brizella. The girl then woke up. She picked up a bottle of mineral water and gulped it down. Her dream seemed to be a sign and a clue that she had to go back on an adventure to find the origin of her parents. "Mom, dad! I'll find you!" she thought. **** Meanwhile in the kingdom of Werewolfia, hundreds of wolf nations are training for the war in less than a month. They have also been fueling their energy with foods that are believed to bring them good luck in the war.

👹👹👹👹 Legend of the lightning beast👹👹👹👹 🖊️🖊️ written by Temmy🖊️🖊️ 🎤🎤 produced by Kim library🎤🎤 👑👑 episode 33👑👑 ***The realm of the unknown*** Mira tucked the small sharp dagger provided alongside with the blood reaper in her waist,she swung the blood reaper speedily and dashed at the red hooded guy.

'Do you still remember that legend your mother used to tell us when we were just kids?' 'I'm not sure if you're going to believe me now because I did the same when Ferlah told me this. But I'm telling you the truth whether you believe me or not. Ferlah...is here to stop the history from repeating itself. Everything from that legend was real.' Keir's voice echoed in his head again. But no matter how many times he played it in his mind, he saw no connection from that legend and what Keir had told him.

, he began, “we need to talk about many things. Let’s start with the easy, I need more drinks to discuss the hard.” Lucas snickered. “Is anything easy?” “Well no, but let’s compare stories of the past first. I think our grandparents told us different things.”, Sebastian said. He looked at Adam. “Can you share, you might know most?”, he asked him. Adam nodded, and he took a big gulp of his bottle of beer.

Dad spat, “I love you with every bit of my soul, but would you please, and I’m saying this with nothing but love, please just shut your mouth for a second?” ​Mom gasped and pressed a hand to her lips, but she finally went silent. ​Dad patted me on the back. “She will understand once she has the facts.” ​I took a deep breath and gave a nod. Calming my nerves, I relaxed my fists. “Mom? Do you recall all the ancient legends about Edemas?” ​Her brow pulled together in a confused look. “The wolf King? Yes, but why?” ​“The myths claimed that when he and his household were massacred by the rival side of the royals and his own people, the entire lineage was destroyed, right?”

I ask, taking a bite of my salad which I upgraded with salami and chickpeas. "No, I can't say I have. I only became the Headmistress three decades ago, and before that, I didn't associate much with were-creatures. But I have heard stories." "That's all people have," I mutter, disappointed again. "Stories and legends." "Well, there is one specific story that interests me the most about stealers," She continued, ignoring my unhappy remark. "The Legend of Lucienne." I raise my head, "I haven't heard that one before."

He didn't answer immediately, as if weighing the gravity of the words he was about to speak. "A legacy," he finally uttered, a single word that felt incredibly heavy and full of meaning. "Not an ordinary legacy, young man. But a legacy from the very beginning." He took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell the most forbidden of legends, a tale that was the obsession of beings as powerful as Lord Dragon.

I hope not though, till everything is sorted out I will not let her leave my sight. We soon arrived at the new company, it was a publishing company I opened this year just before I defeated and invaded the Fortress Lack with some of my trusted men. The spoils gotten from the fottress pack which comprised of their investments, resources, and all their accumulated savings belonged to the Whitefang Pack now to do as I wanted. Including their Pack members, Dad had already taken some part of the spoils.