Novel & Cerita Life Before Legend Book

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

POV Layla The memories took me back to my childhood, to the time when I used to read my favorite book, Legend of the Lycan. I had devoured that book more than once , I knew it by heart. From the first chapter about the creation of wolves to the last one about the soulmate bond, I had always believed it told a profound truth. That was until Benjamin told me I was his mate. That fateful night after my eighteenth birthday, I realized that all those tales were nothing but lies , sweet inventions meant to make children dream. If the soulmate bond did not grant that eternal and precious connection described in the book, then surely the rest of the chapters must also be false.

And soon those swords will also be stained with her blood. Father! Help me! she screamed in her mind. But even though the two men dressed in black were almost close to her, her father, the king, still didn't show up to help her. She closes her eyes when the two raised their swords to kill her. Although she doesn't want to die yet because she's still young and has many things that she didn't do in her life she has no choice but to accepts her fate. Because how could she defends herself? What an eight-years-old girl could do to fights against these two people who are experts both in killing and fighting? Besides, her mother and sister are gone and maybe even her father, the king, was killed by

"I am the ghost of the old world! And the ghosts have to burn!" One of the Legion children, a boy no more than six years old, stepped forward. His eyes were glowing with a faint, blue light—the same light Panni had seen in the "Legion" labs. "The King is dead," the boy said, his voice a thousand whispers in one. "Long live the Hive." The boy raised his hand. A massive explosion ripped through the ridge, the shockwave throwing Panni and Jinyan to the ground. When the smoke cleared, Jian and the Legion children were gone. In their place was a single, silver-bound book, lying in the ashes.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

Within minutes, a towering stack of fifteen thick volumes sat before us. I stared at them, my eyes wide. “This is going to take me forever to read.” Tobi chuckled and handed me one. “We’ll skim what we can.” The leather cover was worn, the title etched in faded gold: Aruyios – The Legend and the Lore. Inside were maps, illustrations of pack crests, depictions of ceremonies, and a full-page sketch of a massive stone palace. “Is this where your family lives?” I asked, tilting the book toward him.

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

We were spooon fed every information and everything matched the ones we learnt about even though different pack had their own version of the legend. I stepped away from the shelf, closing the distance between us until I was standing right behind her. The faint scent of the soap from my bathroom still lingered on her skin, fighting against the odor of the archives. It was the only thing in this room that felt real. Reaching over her shoulder, I picked up the book she had just rejected. The Roots of Genesis: A History of the Divine Flora. I flipped through the pages, scanning the hand-drawn illustrations of the massive white tree that sat at the heart of our grounds.

After remembering these past events, James opened the book and reviewed it. Lemuel walked over curiously. In the book, a few secrets about the things in the Dark World’s depths were recorded. James and Lemuel learned about the Primevals that existed before planes. On the last pages of the book, information about Illus was recorded. “There truly is something about the Illus.” James was excited after reading about the Illus.

~~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY “Legacy is not what you leave behind. It’s what you prevent.” “The best men don’t try to survive the war. They try to make sure their sons don’t have to fight it.” —Lorenzo