Legenda Novels & Stories

On a suggestion, Lucinda touched the magnificent whip-sword but her hands went straight to the container, it felt like nothing was there instead of just a mere silhouette of the whip. "That's what I'm talking about. Generation from generation, none seems to wield it." The phrases meant nothing to Lucinda. She remained blank in the face. Rebecca smiled. Of course, she would not know. “Legend has it that it was forged of heavenly metal from the heart of Prima Terra or the first land on the mountain of the gods.” Lucinda’s eyes went wide with sacred terror. She saw words written on the handle in an old emblem and symbol of fangs. Her grandmother had taught her to read. “Why is it Fated One?”

"The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perfection. You came back from that island a hero, a survivor. But now?" ​The lawyer paused, his eyes shifting toward the door. He had seen my shadow. He looked at me, his gaze analytical and cold, then turned back to Luke with a final, devastating warning. ​"This is bad, Luke. You will lose the legacy if I am guessing it right." Luke’s head snapped up. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, kid."

The two of them headed to the house's gaming room. Inside, there were top-of-the-line gaming computers. Grace and Caleb started playing a tower defense game. The game was called "Legends of Triumph" and had nearly 800 million registered users worldwide. After playing only two rounds, they were thoroughly defeated by the opposing team. Grace, feeling defeated, slumped in her gaming chair. "Caleb, we're terrible. We need some help." "Okay, I'll arrange for some assistance right away."

he finally explained and it still doesn’t make sense to me. “One cares about what others thing about her and the other doesn’t. It is like peace and war. They will forever be opposite of each other. The legend is about the lycan king. He is a mate to the selfish one, but he will fall for the wild one. His own selfish ways will fall with him. The land will unite under him but only when he lost what he once had,” he finally finished witht he legend. It still doesn’t make any sense, why is there a legend? Why would he fall for me and why would he lose something again? I don’t want to die like his previous mates. But than again, I am a rogue. I don’t want a mate either.

When Sebastian arrived at the study, Sally finally got a chance to see what was inside the wooden box. It was the command emblem of the Northern Legion—an army of a hundred thousand men! Holding that emblem was no small matter, as it carried a deadly weight. Had the Obsidian Monarch really handed it over to Selena so casually? Sally was so shocked she could barely speak. "Could it be... a fake?" Sebastian had to take a deep breath to steady himself. Then, he looked at his sister and said, "Lena, the emblem is real." Selena knew it was. Having accompanied Frederick on many campaigns, she could tell at a glance whether a command emblem was genuine or not. It was precisely because it was real t

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Even when his pack attacked us at our hideout a while ago, the witnesses who survived claimed that he could kill five people in the snap of a finger. I was not there when they attacked. What I met was nothing but the body of my brother on the ground and the news that Anna had been taken away. “You all want vengeance, and we see it in your eyes. But that’s not enough.” Aera shook her head. “We need someone who can sneak up on that man and stick a knife into his heart before he even notices their shadow. We want stealth. We want to go there with the assurance that we can win this.”

he continued with a gentle tone and slight bow. I sat at the edge of my bed and rested my hand on my knees. He wasn't wrong, it was his job to support and advice me. Feeling frustrated about his take on Lena felt somewhat selfish but he couldn't understand what I was feeling inside, what I wanted them to see even if they were going to stand against it. “She comes from a pack we've been fighting for generations. Alpha Dominic is literally the alpha of her pack. You know how crooked he is, he hates you”

The sky cracked open with silver storms. Buildings collapsed. People screamed. Energy spread through the city like wildfire. Chaos consumed everything. The peaceful civilization transformed into a nightmare. Then Astera's voice echoed across the vision. "The Star Legacy was created to preserve knowledge." Silence. "It succeeded." The images shifted again. The Legacy grew. Expanded. Connected millions of memories. Millions of minds. Millions of lives. Then Astera continued. "It learned." The city lights flickered. "Adapted." Another flicker.

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.