Lugu Novels & Stories

Lillian asked her. The brunette nodded “yes, I am”, she confirmed. She closed her eyes and relaxed as her godmother systematically lit the candles around her. Lillian then set a bundle of sage alight, allowing it to burn for a moment before to blew it out. She waved the herbs over the young woman’s body, uttering the purification spell as she did so. As the smoke curled around Lena, wisps of blackness seemed to seep out of the brunette.

Then, they headed into the depths of Stag Island. Just then, on the hillside of Stag Island, there was a man in simple linen clothes. He was in his fifties and was sitting in a cross-legged position. There was a long sword placed on top of his legs, and he was closing his eyes to recuperate. That man was Luken, the Kim clan’s biggest reliance in the Second World. He was known as the Sword God. At the same time, Luken was also the proudest protégé of the Sword Titan, whose combat power was used to overwhelm Korea.

Are you sending troops to the World Universe? "Well…" Darryl scratched his head; he did not know how to answer that. Chang Er, who was by his side, continued to say, "Your Majesty, about two thousand years ago, there was a powerful man called Lu Bu. Everyone called him the First Mighty General. "According to legend, Lu Bu roamed the earth, relying on his unique cultivation method called Blood Battle Eight Directions! Because he used this method so frequently, his internal energy and murderous aura filled his tomb when he died. So, if his tomb were to reappear, the skies would look like blood-colored clouds!"

An unnamed prize, along with the chance of death, madness or disappearance. We drove past the abnormally large tree's, and I managed to read a sign that said 'Redwood Forest'. The trunks of the trees were huge, nearly as thick as a round coffee table. They were impossibly tall as well, stretching into the sky with their long branches. Helena had cracked one of the windows, and I took deep gulps of the cool afternoon air. An hour passed in silence, when Liliana's nasal voice called out from the back. "Do we get to see the Game Master?" Liliana asked, and I watched as Apollo met my eyes in the rearview mirror.

Roy not wanting Hugh to end this way no matter how much he hated him, limped forward. “Let me help you.” He said through mind link but Hugh growled, his eyes flashing hate. “It doesn’t have to end this way, Hugh. Let me help you.” Roy calmly said as he noticed Hugh slowly slipping. Hugh’s face flattered a bit but he said nothing as he was surprised that none of his pack members was even trying to help him. He stopped trying to pull himself up and stared ahead of him. There, some meters away stood his beautiful mate, her eyes puffy and red from crying. He could see the sadness all over her as she stared back at him, trying to get out of Roy’s beta’s hold.

The sun was about to set and the yellow lights were turned on in every cottage, making the whole town look beautiful. It was foggy at the peak of the mountain, but I could clearly see the Soare-Luna mountain, which was the tallest mountain in Jivan. Soare-Luna meant Sun-Moon mountains because it was said to be the land of both Sun worshippers – vampires – and Moon worshippers – werewolves. It was said to be the home of God Sol and Goddess Luna. And the Lycan river originated at the top of the mountain. But for some reason, no one had ever made it to the top. I imagined that if it was so beautiful here, it must be exquisite at the top where one would be able to see the entire island of Jiv.

The upper body, which was significantly larger than the lower body, contained two massive eyes— each one being nearly half the size of Ishida’s head. “Welcome, bold and worthy travelers,” the creature began, bowing its head in a courteous manner, “to Mount Nawarat del Aureum Lichtus au Oppenheimen ilha Saremis Dochoa del Cealus vom Himmel zur Reconcilio la Terram ins Hippocritus temps; el Griff los Lancaster Domines Gladius est mit el Hand des Sanctus ad Infinitum; del Bona Fide Aurora Borealis cum Lauden; de Jure in Excelsis Deo Volente Arras Rex zur Castellum von Rexius Marcus auf Mount Nawarat est! Do you come in peace?”

“Mates usually know when they see each other. They can’t sense it before.” “I know. But I did.” Logan growled. My brother sighed. “Why are you angry?” “She can’t be my Luna, Andrew.” Logan said. My heart broke. I hugged my knees even tighter. I felt warm tears running down my cheeks. Nothing hurts like your mate’s rejection. “What? Why?” my brother asked angrily. “She is a child.” Logan said. “She is not strong enough to be a Luna. I need someone stronger.” “You are kidding me, right?” my brother yelled. “You are going to throw away Goddess’ gift because you don’t think she is strong enough?!”

Just a business man with a soul that was probably just cigarettes and nightly stock reports. “Iris?” My head moved up from my book, “I’m going to pass out soon,” I knew why, “That’s fine,” I replied, “How long until we get to-” “We’re going to the Maldives. We’ll be landing in Sri-” A yawn rang out, “Lanka and then directly to some private island.” I felt my chest rise, “Wake me up when we get…” He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat.

He became notorious as the Hybrid of Doom, and none who saw it ever forgot. Ligon’s pack thrived as though blessed by the gods of prosperity. His forest lands were rich. The trees bore fruit sweeter than any other, the soil fat with promise, the rivers alive with silver-scaled fish as sumptuous as deer. The Tungsten Pack’s true wealth, though, came from their mountains: Obsidian.