Leif Bug Fables Novels & Stories

And why did she still look… like that? No. No. Stop. That is not what you’re supposed to be thinking, Cain. “What is it?” I asked quickly, forcing my eyes away. “What’s wrong, Leila?” She gasped and pointed. “A bug. A bug. Look—up there!” I followed her finger. A tiny flying thing buzzed lazily near the ceiling. I stared at it. Then sighed. Seriously? She made me sprint upstairs and have a cock attack because of a bug? Before I could say anything, she rushed toward me and grabbed my arm, hiding behind my body.

"Goddess... why?" Fennigan’s hands trembled as he balled them into fists, his silver eyes burning with a murderous, cold fury. "Because he was ready to try what Vane did. He wanted Leela's elemental magic. And the only way to steal it was to take bone fragments from an elemental boy child... while the child was still alive and screaming." Fennigan’s voice dropped to a lethal growl. "He built those soulless replicas to practice on. But tonight, he was ready for the real thing. He was going to carve into his own grandson."

She asked in disgust. "Now, you're asking. This condition is called pregnancy and not leprosy. It's not a big deal. Ade enjoys me in this form. He says I'm hornier than others." I purred. "Or he is the hornier one. Disgusting." Men were disgusting, but I hardly cared anymore for I needed as much money as I could get. Pelummi wasn't one to talk though because she did even worse things for the sake of a few peanuts thrown her way.

Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities. Fewa shuddered at the sight of the cute little butterfly turned disgusting. As fast as lightning, in a movement, neither Queenie nor Fewa could see. Leya flew around Fewa’s broken wing. Several times, Fewa screamed in pain. But he couldn’t do anything because Leya’s movements were like light shining in all directions around his wings.

Third Person POV — Leif Leif sat on the cracked throne, turning a puzzle piece between his fingers. Dmitri watched him for a long moment before sighing. “Our plans are failing, and you’re here playing games?” “You worry too much,” Leif replied lazily. “Your ignorance will destroy you,” she snapped, anger bleeding into her voice. “I shouldn’t have dragged myself into this mess.” Leif rose slowly and dropped the puzzle onto the desk. “You talk too much, Dmitri. What did I tell you?” He smiled as he lifted a glass of blood. “The more you know, the shorter your usefulness.”

"Please, I want the book. One day I will understand." Brandt smiled and replied with humor, "If you ever make sense of it, let me know. You can then argue with my father on the merits of Christianity. He believes in the Goddess and loves nothing better than a good philosophical debate." He turned and picked up another book. It had a picture of a wolf with a snowy mountain background. "This is Jack London's Call of the Wild and it's the one we'll read first. Let's finish the cake and then get ready for our evening company."

“Usually, monsters present in the beginner’s dungeon are goblins and faughs. According to the activity, it is highly plausible that the flags are in the goblins since they are much more intelligent than the faughs. If there aren’t any unexpected creatures we won’t have to worry about our defense. What we need to do is a fast finish time and strategy to catch the goblin without much damage placed into us. As I’ve told you in the carriage earlier, faughs can be really sensitive to smell, especially wizling smell. Those rats are troublesome when they’re in horde so we better avoid confronting them.” Mikael strategized.

Leah says, fussing over me and my costume, Caleb soon joined her, calling me the prettiest fairy in the whole world. "Uncle Caleb," I call him. "Yeah?" he answers. "Are fairies real? You saw one before?" I ask him curiously. "Fairies? Uhh...yeah sure they are real, but they are really good at hiding," Leah says. "Fairies aren't real Leah," Caleb says back. "Yes they are real, they live in the trees, how come we are real, and the vampires are real, but not the fairies?" Leah says back.

And in what context? Suddenly, Leila’s voice broke through my thoughts. “Ah! Right… this one!” she exclaimed. She pointed to a page, her finger following the text as she read aloud. “It mentions a boy whose wolf soul began to act abnormally after a fever. His wolf side became aggressive, unpredictable—almost like a she-wolf. No healer could help him, and his parents were terrified. Then, one day, the boy disappeared into the forest near their home. When he returned later that afternoon, he was completely normal again. When his parents asked him about it, he couldn’t remember anything.”

Shaking her head in a bid to make sure she was not going crazy or even dreaming, the voice became clearer. ‘Hey, I am lyra, your inner wolf. I am finally out now, why did you take so long to shift, you should have shifted earlier when you were fourteen years.’ Feeling like she was living in a dream world, everything surreal, Leila started feeling a strange feeling from within her guts. Amplified a million times, she could feel her taste buds begin to whet. The smell of prey, there was prey nearby, she had to fill her stomach. Feeling startled, Leila did not even have time to think about where that thought had come from before she sprinted off towards that particular smell.