Leyenda Novels & Stories

“What language is that?” Mira’s brow furrowed. “It’s a code. Eryna taught me some codes for herbs, but this is different. This is for metals.” Her finger tapped a sharp triangle mark, repeated several times on the page… “this is metals. That's thallium’s symbol. I'm sure of it.” My stomach twisted. “So these aren’t just ledgers. They’re records. Trade routes. Proof.” Mira closed the ledger with a snap and tucked it under her cloak. “I’ll take it. We can't risk leaving it behind. After Moonlit, we’ll take it to Eryna. She can help us break down the full code.”

“Then we stop him.” Liora’s eyes flashed. “With what?” Sera held up her hand, And conjured the blue dagger. “The piece that doesn’t belong.” The dagger burned hotter now, revealing symbols once hidden beneath its surface. They twisted, shimmered, rearranged, Until they spelled out its name in ancient script: Solumbra. A weapon from the age before prophecy, A blade not meant to kill, But to unbind, The earth cracked beneath them, revealing a stairwell made of broken moonlight.

"This meeting is only for those with active brain. Everybody can as well leave." Oh it is about to go down. Zane's head nearly rolled off his head in shock, “Did you just call me brain dead?” "If you could clearly understand what I said then you shouldn’t be bothered by the insult." Caius kept his tone perfectly pleasant. "Now no more distractions." While everyone was busy observing Caius’ drawings, I noticed what Lysander came in with. "What is that?" I asked, moving closer. "Legend book from the archive." Lysander opened it carefully. "Says your pendant can summon royal guardian wolves."

“Then explain this.” Lucien’s gaze dropped to the worn cover—the symbol of intersecting blades catching the dim light. For the first time, something flickered in his expression. Recognition. “You found it,” Lucien murmured. Kael’s grip tightened. “You know what this is.” Lucien didn’t deny it. “I’ve read about it before,” he said. “Fragments. Incomplete records.” “And?” Kael pressed. Lucien met his gaze. “And none of them ended well.”

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.

He didn't look at me, but I could feel the cold radiating from him. ​"I have a Legacy to maintain," he whispered, so low it was almost a threat. "That Legacy doesn't include ghost stories from an island that doesn't exist on my map. If you want to keep your job on the 12th floor, I suggest you stop listening to Mateo and start focusing on your deadlines."

Lambana - a race of small winged creatures also called Ada or Engkantada and in English it is called Pixie, Small Fairy or Tooth Fairy. ━━━━━･ ｡ﾟ★: *.☪.* :★ ﾟ｡･━━━━━━ The day ended without her father knowing she had left her room. She has returned to her hiding place, the moments she had enjoyed earlier are now gone.

"Kamukha mo, Kuya! Pero... may pakpak siya at hawak na espada." ​Ang rebulto ay isang imahe ng isang sinaunang nilalang na may hawak na globo. Sa ilalim nito, ang mga glyphs ay dahan-dahang nag-translate sa isip ni Liam dahil sa kanyang Neural Link:

Death was far too common to make such promises. “Miss Luna,” they whispered, getting her attention. “I have something to give you.” They touched a leaf from the vines hanging off their head. Instantly, the leaf curled itself around their wooden finger. With a light pull, the leaf came off and dried itself, still in a perfect ring. They held it out in their open palm to her. Hesitantly, Claire reached out and picked up the leaf. Confused, she looked back at the dryad, who wore a soft expression. “If you wish to get in contact with me, burn the ring beginning at the petiole.” Claire nodded, pocketing the gift carefully. “Good luck, Miss Luna.”