Lost German Novels & Stories

"The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perfection. You came back from that island a hero, a survivor. But now?" ​The lawyer paused, his eyes shifting toward the door. He had seen my shadow. He looked at me, his gaze analytical and cold, then turned back to Luke with a final, devastating warning. ​"This is bad, Luke. You will lose the legacy if I am guessing it right." Luke’s head snapped up. "What is that supposed to mean?" "You know exactly what I mean, kid."

Under their reprimands, I walked into the operating room without hesitation. Anesthesia was injected into my body. I could clearly feel the cold blade of the scalpel cutting through me. At the same time, the system's final countdown echoed in my ears. "Five… four… three… two… one…" "Host erasure complete." In my next life, I never want to meet them again.

KLAUS Lilika stifled a laugh. The growl emanating from her throat continued to grow until she was cackling like a witch. I could tell this was her coping mechanism. She had laughed the same way when the doctor had told her the love of her life; the man who had danced with her at the balcony on her birthday had died from a heart attack the next morning. This was another of those many hollow laughs my mother gave when things were going awry. Soon enough, her laugh relapsed. Honestly, it felt like a Deja-Vu of the morning I lost Dad. Mom looked at Doria who had just returned to the living room playing the role of betrayed dutiful housewife to a fault and then back at me. I saw a drop of tear es

✦✦✦ INDEX FOR GERMAN AND OTHER WORDS THAT WERE MENTIONED: Weser River—Second longest river in Northern Germany Gero—means 'spear' Verfluchte Hunde—cursed dogs/damned dogs Teotuburg Forest—a forest in Germany Baldur—means 'prince/lord' Volker—means 'people's army' Germanic tribe/warrior—Ancient German people Cherusci, Marsi, Chatti, Bructeri—Germanic tribes Roman Legions/soldiers—Roman Empire’s army, composed of 5,000-6,000 soldiers in one legion

I know that our beliefs lead us to think that when we pass on, our wolves run free in the fields and forests of the Moon Goddess under her watchful eyes, but it was hard not to fear the what-ifs at the idea of not being able to do that again with Elliot and his wolf. Tears gathered instantly and fell unstopping as I stood there feeling lost, my limbs heavy as though they had been tied down with lead weights. Depression settled deep in the roots of every thought and memory that I had. This megalomaniac had tainted everything that I had experienced with my friends, family and pack members and nothing was ever going to be the same again. Mates howled, cried and fought to stay with each other, w