Legend Stories Novels & Stories

Only Raul was the stain, nuisance of the almost perfect cheoragraphy of familial heritage. Susan, herself, was a huntress. She understood the wild and the mystery it held. The legend behind the East Great Wall was a not new to her. It served as her food everyday. She couldn't forget it. How could she forget her food. As that it's her food, no one could fool her on heresies. She knew it too well. And she knew that different versions of the legends were told as that there's so many messengers had been created too. However, the plainlands and the water crossing got the wrong kind of story. She could tell it as how people told her about it and how people acted through it And, here in the plainla

For no reason. “What the fuck?” I asked, through the mind link. “Holy shit. The legend is true.” Jude said. “What legend?” I asked. “That legend isn’t true.” One of my warriors said. “How else do you explain this?” Jude asked. “I don’t know. But it can’t be true. I mean, that was just a story we liked to tell wolf pups so they wouldn’t be so scared of vampires.” The warrior said. “Hey, tell me what fucking legend you are talking about. I’ve never heard about it.” I demanded.

I was the one who brought her into my life, gave her the finest education, and even sent her abroad to study in Eldoria. I actually believed for a time that she was caught in the middle, torn between us, even when Dante was getting engaged to her. That was until I caught them intertwining in my bed, until my Famiglia's business' confidential files completely vanished, and until Papa's company came crashing down.

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

This is where the protection, love, care and most importantly freedom comes over the possessiveness. ( A / N ) Main things you should remember when you read this story... E X P L A N A T I O N There are both lycans and werewolves in this story and they both commonly named as 'wolves' in the story. So if there is the term 'wolf/wolves' somewhere, that probably indicates both lycans and werewolves. Below here are the difference between a lycans and werewolves... • These are mostly common knowledge I gained through researching mythologies and folklores, but I also did some editing and twisting works to them for writing purposes. So there might be few differences in here than what you can gain t

I only agreed because i really want to see her reaction. "Daniella!", my mom yelled, "Come downstairs for a moment will you?" "Coming!" Daniella replied as soon she was standing beside my mother as my dad told her that i really am, li fantasma. "Legends has it that li fantasma has a tattoo on her waist. A fucking dragon tattoo. You don't have any tattoo on your waist. So why are you lying to everyone?", Dana said clearly not believing a word my dad just said. She was right. I do have a dragon tattoo on My waist but I hid it with make-up. I had to otherwise, my family would have become a target. But some people won't understand it.

Carol then froze when she realized that Cassy had said The legendary mage and not a legendary mage, but Paige didn't know that The legendary mage existed, so she asked her puzzled, "Do you know anything about The legendary mage… Cassy, very few people know of his existence, it's been a long time since the mark of the pentacle appeared and many people have forgotten about him." Cassy didn’t know what to do but she was really scared right now so she said to her, "I have something to confess to you but first I want to know why your family seems to know about this mark and The legendary mage?"

“Oh, I didn’t realize it was so unusual. Is there… some kind of story behind it?” Lea’s face softened, and she looked thoughtful. “Well, I don’t know much, only that I’ve heard legends about families who once had eyes like yours. But they were said to have disappeared long ago. Some people say it’s just a myth, though.” Her tone was casual, but I could sense a hidden depth of curiosity.

Aria had climbed into bed beside her, curling against her mother’s side as she had done as a child. "Mama, tell me a story," she had asked, her voice quiet, afraid of the inevitable truth creeping into their lives. Her mother had stroked her hair gently, her voice soft but unwavering. "There is a legend, my love. A tale as old as the packs themselves. About a great werewolf king, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. He was destined to unite the packs, to bring peace to the divided clans and lead our kind into a new age." Aria had listened intently, hanging onto every word.

“But from what I can tell… about a week and few days.” Lucien went still. “And it’s almost two weeks since Liora left…” he muttered, his fingers brushing his jaw as realization settled in. He nodded slowly. “It’s her.” “I think it’s just a coincidence,” Anderson argued. “The timing might just overlap.” He leaned forward slightly. “Think about it, Lucien. Liora came to you, begging for help after her father’s company collapsed.” His gaze hardened. “This woman? She owns the kind of power people beg her for and would never beg you. Her mother owns one of the most powerful empires in the world.”