Novel & Cerita Novel Legend

“Then I assume you haven’t yet. Let me be the one to tell you this. This is the reason why we decided to team up with you, since you don’t seem convinced that we share the same goals.” Maryan was weighing his words. Lidon could see that her brain was debating whether or not to hear him. “All right then. I’m listening,” she finally said. LXXVII. The Legend of the Purple Fire The legend didn't start with the appearance of a goddess or a deity or the birth of a human with supreme powers. The beginning wasn't some fairytale initiated by the phrase 'once upon a time'.The story starts with a thief in his late thirties who was serving his last remaining years in jail during the time when monarchs r

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

CRACKEL, CRACKEL, POP! They were the strangest things the boy had ever heard. It reminded him of the weird bad place he had seen on fire. He doesn’t really remember why that place was on fire, he only remembers wanting to get away from there. ‘Somehow I feel safe now though.’ He slowly opened his eyes to be blinded by a small fire. ‘Is this what feeling safe, feels like?’ His thoughts roamed for a couple of minutes, mostly thinking about this strange new feeling he was experiencing. Then suddenly remembering the strange wolf, the boy shot up with a jolt. He looked around but there was no sign of the wolf. ‘Makes me wonder who or what started the fire.’

"This is incredible." Tasha nodded, but her eyes were focused on something else. She sat down on the bed and brought out a book from under her pillow, and then glanced back at Storm with a n unreadable expression. “Why are your eyes purple?” She whispered, clutching the book to her chest. Storm frowned at the question. “Genetics” She replied with a shrug although she knew it was deeper than that. She actually never knew the real meaning behind her eyes. But judging from the way her parents had always seemed to over react and hide it, Storm was sure that there was more to it.

I ask, taking a bite of my salad which I upgraded with salami and chickpeas. "No, I can't say I have. I only became the Headmistress three decades ago, and before that, I didn't associate much with were-creatures. But I have heard stories." "That's all people have," I mutter, disappointed again. "Stories and legends." "Well, there is one specific story that interests me the most about stealers," She continued, ignoring my unhappy remark. "The Legend of Lucienne." I raise my head, "I haven't heard that one before."

Adam nodded, and he took a big gulp of his bottle of beer. “The war was started out of petty greed from Seth. He was Alpha of a different pack and hated the Alpha of the Moonlit pack. He was Alpha of Alphas, he was good for his pack, made the pack wealthy and ruled fairly over all packs. Clovis was his Gamma. Seth hated him for some reason and wanted what he had. He wouldn’t be able to defeat the Moonlit pack alone, so he made a deal with humans. With their weapons, he defeated the Alpha, and now Seth was the Alpha of the two packs, and Alpha of Alphas.”, Adam said. He took a deep breath, and another big gulp of his beer.

“We need to be prepared. Once I have the four of them… the rogues will start coming in earnest. If the Rogue King still wants to mark me, he’ll need to do it quickly, before the bond is cemented between us. If the bond starts to cement… he’ll have to kill me.” “Ava, I think you need to give us more of a run down of this legend.” I nodded. “It’s a poem, but I’ll recite it for you.” I paused before beginning, taking a moment. This was big. “In moonlit lands where shadows roam, A legend whispers through the gloom, Of a child born of ancient line, To rise and reign, her fate divine. Born of Lycans, fierce and proud, Her destiny was spoken loud. A girl with power yet unseen,

Of the way she screamed. The witches listened without interruption, but the air in the room thickened with each word. When Lyra finished, Valea touched the center of the runic circle and closed her eyes. “There is an old legend,” she said slowly, “older than the kingdom, older even than the Lycans. A story whispered by the stars.” Kane stepped closer. “We’ve heard the stories. Of a Queen who rose in fire and fell with blood.”

But my father had been. He used to say that books were like gardens of the mind — places you could walk into when the real world had nothing left to offer. And maybe that’s what she needed right now. A new place to hide, one untouched by Lucien’s cruelty. I found the one I had been thinking of — The Legend of Winterlight — tucked in the back of a high shelf. Its spine was worn, the pages yellowed, but the story inside was timeless. A tale about a cursed forest, a silver stag, and a girl who saved herself by believing in something no one else could see.

Lexi's POV Unable to bear it anymore, I turned and walked away, leaving my family to their mocking laughter. I have a long and difficult road ahead of me, but I was determined to succeed. I wanted to reclaim my mother's company, Eclipse Holdings, and restore it back to its former glory. I would get my mother's properties and I'll clear my name. I'll let everyone know that I wasn't responsible for my mother's death. I'll let everyone know that the real culprits are my father, my step mother and step sister.