Novel Legend Novels & Stories

Manuel's hand moved closer to tapping Alan's shoulder, "You've kept your promise to me, you've done your best to save the woman you love. Me and her mother Larissa ...so much hope that you'll be born, and have a much better life than this. Thank you for protecting my nephew, Alan Atkinston." A belief can be built very easily, if we believe it. And when we believe in such confidence, the opportunity for it to become real is greater, as there is a link between the past and the present. There was a woman with dark shoulder-length hair, a pretty face, a clean white skin, and a very sweet smile. She was reading a novel, titled The Legend Of The Coral Cave, by the name of writer Y Lawrence. She tu

Oddly, he feels no pain from the mortal blow, only a light sting in the stretched skin under his arm, torn by the princess’ spear. “She was bait for the true predator,” he realizes quietly to himself, his head drooping to his chest. “Ancestors welcome me...” His dying breath paints its last stroke into this green hell, the canvas complete. A true legend is a soul who has passed, whose legacy can no longer be continued or sullied.

S-Sophie is one of the legendary goddesses? "So did Sophie survive because she was half a vampire?" Clarence asked. "Yes, but it is also possible because she was a legendary goddess. Because one of the powers of the legendary goddess is immortality. " So the king said. When a creature is a legendary goddess, it means you are higher than the Queen of Goddesses. When you are a legendary goddess, it means you are the GODDESS OF ALL GODDESSES. "So it means that Sophie is the woman referred to in the prophecy? A half-vampire and half-wizard. The first legendary goddess who was a half-vampire and half wizard, and she was also the strongest of all legendary goddesses in the world." I asked, and the

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

For no reason. “What the fuck?” I asked, through the mind link. “Holy shit. The legend is true.” Jude said. “What legend?” I asked. “That legend isn’t true.” One of my warriors said. “How else do you explain this?” Jude asked. “I don’t know. But it can’t be true. I mean, that was just a story we liked to tell wolf pups so they wouldn’t be so scared of vampires.” The warrior said. “Hey, tell me what fucking legend you are talking about. I’ve never heard about it.” I demanded.

My only connection to my past was a legendary book that everyone here treated like a piece of fiction. I pulled the smaller copy of the legend from a pocket inside my new jacket. Jack must have slipped it to me before he left. I held it in my hands, This was more than just a story. It was a map. And I was the only one who knew it was real. My mission was clear now. I had to survive this place. I had to find a way to unlock my powers. And I was going to find out exactly what happened to my family and why my story was left unfinished.

"I got a book… an old lady gave it to me. She didn’t look old, not really. Just… strange. Like she knew me." Lucien's eyes narrowed slightly, his attention fully fixed on her. "She handed me the book and then… she disappeared. Just like that. No explanation. Nothing." Elara swallowed. "I thought it was weird, but I still took it." Her hands trembled faintly as she spoke, the memory still too vivid. "The cover said… The Legend Alpha Prince," she said quietly. "And when I touched it… it started glowing." A ripple of tension moved across the room.

“The big story or the small one?” “Both,” I said. “The legend is what you tell when you need courage. The truth is what you remember when you think you’re not enough.” Naomi blinked. “Okay, rude,” she said, voice wobbly. “Stop weaponizing wisdom at bedtime.” “Never,” I said. A little hand shot up from the back. It was the same young omega who’d asked me weeks ago if she could really be anything. “Yes?” I said. “Do you… like being a legend?” she asked shyly.

In his hands was a very old looking book. Twisting the upper half of my body as I rolled over, I was able to catch a glimpse of the book. “FACT OR FICTION? Werewolf Legends of Old” was printed on the cover. “Learning anything interesting?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. He lays the book down and smiles at me as he brushes a few wild strands of my hair down with his fingertips, and I feel a shiver run from my head to my toes. “There are so many legends here that I’ve never heard before. I’m making notes of the ones that I think are worth exploring in more detail, or anything that might somehow be connected to you or the wolf packs that are searching for you.”

And yet all I could think was—if they had killed her instead… The thought made my chest clench until my breath burned. --- Before I could voice it, another figure entered. Erynos. My oldest counselor. His robes trailed incense; his staff clicked against stone. His eyes—pale and old as bone—fixed on me with an unease that unsettled even my wolf. “There is more, Majesty,” he said softly. I frowned. “Speak.” “There is a legend,” he began, “older than the border between your kind and theirs.”