Legendary Lyrics #epic Novels & Stories

“You’re not bad yourself. The youngest legend in the League… Lotus the Prodigy.” ***

He offers his hand. I take it. We step into the circle together. The song is old (older than nations, older than empires). It’s about tricksters who fell in love with storms and decided the world could burn or flood, but never without them. We dance. Remy’s hand on my waist, my fingers laced through his, the firelight painting both of us gold and shadow. Every turn, the hawk bells sing. Every stomp, the earth remembers we’re still here. Seras and Lucian join behind us (her armor catching the fire until she looks like a walking sunrise, him moving like thunder trying to be gentle).

Lay your heart next to mine, let the end begin… The surface is losing, the water will win. I’m everything promised, I’m all that you need, Your only truth, your final creed. Manolya… mmm… ooh… Manolya. Descend to me… descend to me… The waves will claim you, soft and slow, Six thousand fathoms… forever below. Come down to me… come down to me… Manolya… ooh… Manolya.”

When they demand naming rights, legacy claims, power over something I created in heartbreak? She gripped the balcony railing so hard her knuckles blanched. Because she knew—they would come. Lycan emissaries. Royal vultures. Elders with their righteous declarations. The child wouldn’t be just hers for long. And then, a quiet, terrible voice surfaced—her mother’s again, from long ago, spoken during a blood moon rebellion: "Then we remind them why the world once bowed to our name." Nyma swallowed hard. Her back straightened.

“The Moon Goddess has shown us great favour by giving us such a mate and in time we will return that favour by breeding Lycan heirs.” I do my best not to react. Not to grimace, not to scowl, not to even show that those last words turn my stomach. I just stand docile, with the smallest smile on my face, playing the perfect mate, playing the part that Aeron and Cain expect of me. No doubt what this entire Pack expects of me. The Wolves below start applauding, cheering, celebrating. I hear the word Lycan shouted so many times. “Let’s introduce you to a few people.” Cain says.

Storm took his hand in a handshake and…. “Mother fucker!!!,” The man shouted, snapping his palm away from Storm’s hold eyes wide. Mother fucker indeed. She stared at her palm, still tingling from the painful zap she had felt from Blue’s touch and suddenly she was propelled down memory lane, just about twenty-four hours ago when she had felt this same thing. In the Alpha’s room, while he was sitting bare-chested staring up at her with cold eyes as she explained how her herbs could heal his wounds instantly.

Tyrell said with a shrug to show how open he was about hearing it. “Alright.” Darius sighed and shifted in his seat. “I’m not exactly telling you to sacrifice your soldiers for us, of course. That’s why I said future enemies. We’re being hunted, stalked. We think it’s going to blow up one day, and we need all the help we can get if we’re going to have to end things finally. We already have the strength, but adding to it won’t be a bad thing.”

First it was fragrance. A chocolate musk mixed with aftershave. Then a man stepped in. With all his Alpha glory, emitting dominance. Lyra seemed to be an eye person, as she always seemed tonoticed the eye of everyone she met. Her violet ones, met his grey ones. It seemed like the world had stopped as she let his scent invade her senses. He smelled of the forest and weirdly, a trace of the aroma ofraspberry and white chocolate cupcakes. “Alpha Callum” she heard her Dad whisper in the background.

The room filled with their heavy breaths, the lyrics of the music controlling through their movements. “Hey, hey, and you're my favorite kind of night So I love when you call unexpected 'Cause I hate when the moment's expected So l'ma care for you, you, you I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah 'Cause girl, you're perfect (girl, you're perfect) You're always worth it (always worth it)”