Legolas Novels & Stories

Noah quickly made his way around the latecomers and leaned down to pick Jace up who was practically in tears as he looked horrified at the people who appeared out of thin air. As Noah pulled him up from the ground, Jace's eyes roamed each person before landing on the last one. His face lit up, his mouth open and he took a breath in as he lifted his hand, and pointed. "He's real! L-Legolas is r-real!" Jace said, with so much excitement as he stared at the elf.

The door opened, interrupting my thoughts, and two tall men came in, walking towards me, both wearing black suits; one had a scar coming down his eye, and the other had a neck tattoo of a snake. "Look at those breasts, Magus." The scared guy smirked, looking over to the neck tattoo guy, which he called Magnus. What sucked most about having a severe stab wound that was completely vulnerable, I couldn't get up or kick these perverted assholes in the heads. Alessandro was right I can't look after myself properly. "I'm gonna have a fun time with you, Piccola Ragazza," Magnus darkly chuckled, picking my legs up and throwing me over his shoulder. I cried out as my injured thigh came into contact w

Luka started, but Theoden spoke first. “I remember.” His voice was low, calm. But it hit the clearing like thunder. His warriors froze. Luka’s brow furrowed. “Remember what?” Darius, still catching his breath, frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?” Theoden inhaled slowly. Then—he looked them in the eye. “My name is Theoden.” Silence. A heavy, unnatural stillness. Luka took a step back. Darius let out a breath—a disbelieving, almost stunned laugh.

“Thanks, Lucas.” I saw Nick had two people around him I didn’t recognise and knew it had to be his other two siblings I had not met. Sarah was about the same height as me and of a bigger build with long black hair. Elio was tall and muscular and looked very similar to Nick. I headed over more confident than meeting his parents. Nick had said very little about these siblings, so I was walking into the unknown. Nick smiled as I walked over. “Sarah, Elio, I would like to introduce Leila.”

I was just Annie, but I had eyes. The journey back to Silver Sword territory took exactly three long days. Every step was like a mountain to crush. My twins, Leo and Laman, were only eight months old, and they already had too much power even with their small bodies. Very quickly in the morning, I strapped tight against my chest and back in soft cloth slings. Their warmth pressed into my skin, but their strong Alpha scent was filling me up. I applied herbs to their clothes instantly, to keep them safe from danger.

The day the new Pack House was finished, my mother, Aria, the Luna, announced the room assignments. Every space in the three-story mansion was claimed. The top floor was the Alpha and Luna’s suite. The room next to it—the biggest, the most beautiful, with moonstones embedded in the walls to soothe a wolf’s soul—was for Chloe. Chloe’s father died ten years ago in the Blood Moon War. He sacrificed himself to save my brother, Jasper. After that, my family adopted her. The whole pack treated her like a hero’s orphan, protecting her at all costs. I traced the blueprints with my finger. Room by room. My name wasn't there. I asked my mother. She paused, then spoke in that gentle, matter-of-fact ton

Legolas stopped. He slowly turned toward the darkness. “My Aunt Amelia?” Silence. Then— YES. His expression hardened. “You can’t have her.” For the first time in three thousand years— the Beast hesitated. Legolas’s eyes turned black. “And you can’t have me either.” The darkness withdrew. But before it disappeared completely— the Beast whispered: THAT IS WHY I NEED YOU. END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Arms like tree trunks rippling with bands of muscle protruded on either side of him, with hands the size of catcher’s mitts, capable of crushing skulls and windpipes alike. Helios, like the three others, was a finely tuned weapon. A blunt instrument of death with no choice but to obey. My response seemed to soothe some of the turmoil inside of him, calming the flames that danced in his eyes. They melted to a warm glow that reminded me of simmering coals.

Slowly, I turned my head and came face-to-face with a who could only be described as a god in human form. Oh my God! My subconscious screeched in disbelief. God sent an angel indeed. I mean only angels can be this good looking, right? He had dark silver eyes and jet black hair which made him look divine, complementing his god-like look. Strands of his hair fell on his face. His sharp jaw seemed as if it was carved by God himself. And the silver lip ring attached to his pale pink lips was my last undoing. With eyes glued to his lips, the only thoughts that claimed my mind were;

With courage and boldness, Robert mallow shouted with the bottom of his voice. "Help us O lord from this difficulties, oh the ancestors grant us the supernatural power" Robert mallow dow down in tears and all the Bingle soldiers do the same. Suddenly, the haven changes and a very big shadow appears in the sky. The shadow was so bright that no one could raise their head to view. Only the legend of the jungle raised his head and disappeared in the battlefield. Few minutes later, Robert mallow appears with a thunder in his eyes and an axe in his hand, everyone bowing down for him and hailing him a legend of the jungle……..