Legolas Novels & Stories

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

she said as she motioned for Isabella to turn. " Very slime" she noded. " Long hair," she said as she took isabella's still-wet black hair into her hands she then looked at Isabella's face. " Beautiful dark brown eyes that match her beauty well very exotic where did you find her?" she asked Fernando as if Isabella wasn't there.

OMNISCIENT POV. TAMARA'S WEDDING DAY. "Hmmm, don't worry there's already a table arranged for you guys. I will send my sister to get you when you arrive....I love you tooo...see you." Tiana hung up afterwards. James was now dressed in a white native wearing his simple silver chain matching with a silver hublot watch . He combed out his beards carrying a small Louis Vuitton brown bag which just contained money.

“No! You are wrong, I was yours… what am I even saying? I was never yours, and I will never—” My words died down as I felt his lips impossibly close to mine the anger in his eyes hardening making fear and panic clog me. “You’re testing me Lyra! I am very possessive of my belongings, I won’t have anyone messing with them. If anyone has a death wish, then I dare him to as much as stare at you, I won’t hesitate to end lives.” He states with pure menace. “I am not afraid of you Sage, I have never been and we both know that,” I say inaudibly.

Brodi huffed out a breath, shocked at his own ineptitude in getting a simple point across. He glanced back up at her and saw a glimmer of humor in her green eyes. She was laughing at him. At him! He sat up a little straighter not sure how to react. The Alpha in him wanted to be insulted and act accordingly, but making his mate happy, even at his own expense, gave him a warm feeling in his middle. He wasn't used to all these conflicting emotions. He cleared his throat before starting to speak again. "Yes, well…" "You know your name is old Norse, yes?" Kelda interrupted. "Fenrir. A son of the god, Loki. It's a very powerful name. A very powerful wolf."

Jacob could choose. We both went over and joined them on the blanket. “He sure is a handsome little fella, isn’t he?” Gabriel asked. Jacob was running his fingers through his shiny coat of golden brown hair as he relaxed on his lap. My baby girl was trying to reach over and touch him. “Yes, he is and look at his paws. It’s white, and he has a white patch of hair in the middle of his forehead. It looks like a heart shape.The others don’t have it.” Jacob said in a voice laced with excitement. I placed a finger gently on the little one’s forehead and said, “It really does look like a heart! And you’re right, Jakey, the others don’t have the same mark. This little one sure is unique. How about

His eyes lit with dark amusement as he lengthened the eye contact. I wish he didn't miss the throw of my dagger. Taking my mind away from where it drifted briefly, my eyebrows furrowed. “Its legs. It was a like a mix of wolf and horse.” The wolven in front of me nodded once more, his eyes darkened as he stared at me, analysing me. And then, I saw them change. It was so fast. And if I'd blinked I would have missed it.

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.