Legend Stories Novels & Stories

' On the sofa Katya stirred and the two men turned to look at her she blinked a couple of times and then sat up gazing around her in confusion, 'Where am I? She asked turning her silver eyes to the two men and frowning when she saw they looked perfectly normal standing on two legs, rubbing her eyes she looked again, 'Damn it that was a horrible trick to play.' She blurted out before engaging her brain, Midas chuckled understanding her puzzlement immediately,

“What kind of legends?” In front of everyone, the wolf who has been leading the others approached Isabel and gently nudged his head on her hand. Her excitement went through the roof and she was tempted to hug him. She lightly squealed to contain her emotions. “According to legends, they’re of the royals. They’re the only ones who can command them. They haven’t been seen since the last royal died and the throne sat empty. Others say they’re from the moon goddess herself.” Someone snorted, “Hasn’t it been almost a century since the last werewolf king died?”

And soon those swords will also be stained with her blood. Father! Help me! she screamed in her mind. But even though the two men dressed in black were almost close to her, her father, the king, still didn't show up to help her. She closes her eyes when the two raised their swords to kill her. Although she doesn't want to die yet because she's still young and has many things that she didn't do in her life she has no choice but to accepts her fate. Because how could she defends herself? What an eight-years-old girl could do to fights against these two people who are experts both in killing and fighting? Besides, her mother and sister are gone and maybe even her father, the king, was killed by

“Do you remember the old stories? The ones your father never wanted you to hear?” I frowned. “What stories?” “The myths of wolves who bonded outside their kind. Wolves who bridged divides so vast they seemed insurmountable. Rare, yes, but powerful. They changed history.” “Legends,” I said dismissively. “Legends are born from truth,” Eldrin replied. “This bond isn’t just about you, Lucan. It’s about what it means for us. For the rebellion. For the future.” His words hit like a blow. “If the council finds out—” I began.

“Then I assume you haven’t yet. Let me be the one to tell you this. This is the reason why we decided to team up with you, since you don’t seem convinced that we share the same goals.” Maryan was weighing his words. Lidon could see that her brain was debating whether or not to hear him. “All right then. I’m listening,” she finally said. LXXVII. The Legend of the Purple Fire The legend didn't start with the appearance of a goddess or a deity or the birth of a human with supreme powers. The beginning wasn't some fairytale initiated by the phrase 'once upon a time'.The story starts with a thief in his late thirties who was serving his last remaining years in jail during the time when monarchs r

I don't know where to go velliam:- of course you are going to live with me and together we going to travel whole world old man:- velliam if you are black heart king than you should know about legend velliam:- what is that legend I only know about lover story old man:- you know their are different kind species live together but the true legend is about power not love. in that legend black magic king reallince with devil race and conqueror hell Because 10000 years past when God tragedy happen. it was about how God of death throw all the devil into earth and that break the rule of life itself now those who die at earth. their soul will stay here forever. once everyone die then Noone can born.

Pressing his fingers together as he stared at the dust dancing in the light of lamp like tiny fireflies. Eventually his voice broke the silence, soft and level. "What do the legends say?" Lloyd frowned. There had been many variations and deciding which ones to reveal wasn't easy. He hadn't expected the query, assuming the man himself might know. But why would he? "They varied," Lloyd answered eventually "the most popular was that you had an affair with a woman who was a witch. She cursed you after you spurned her, I guess it's a take on hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Plus, it makes a good novel or movie plot."

The face he was at the window when I drove off was heartbreaking, those silver eyes obscured by a very human worry that I'm growing all too familiar with. The "legends" collection is tucked away in a corner of the library's second floor, exactly where I remember it from my college days when I'd occasionally page through local myths for entertainment. Back then, stories of werewolves and ancient curses were charming, harmless tales told around campfires. Now they're my best hope of discovering what's happening to the man I'm falling in love with. I pull the first book from the shelf. "Legends of the Pacific Northwest" is a battered cover, but the pages are filled with carefully documented tal

After gulping it down, she poured a second one and glared at Collin. “I can’t believe that I never heard about this legend.” She sighed. “I would have thought that this would be the kind of story every wolf knew about.” “Well, I knew about it because my mother always read the book when I was younger. I guess if you aren’t interested in magic and legends, you won’t know about it. It’s a very old legend. From what I have found out over the years, it has actually come from the time of the first war between wolves and vampires.” Anna turned away from Collin so he wouldn’t see her rolling her eyes.

And yet all I could think was—if they had killed her instead… The thought made my chest clench until my breath burned. --- Before I could voice it, another figure entered. Erynos. My oldest counselor. His robes trailed incense; his staff clicked against stone. His eyes—pale and old as bone—fixed on me with an unease that unsettled even my wolf. “There is more, Majesty,” he said softly. I frowned. “Speak.” “There is a legend,” he began, “older than the border between your kind and theirs.”