Ntr Legends 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

My name is Emma and I'm what they call a nerd. Not only that I have multiple nicknames like fathead, uglyface, the list is endless. Summer is finally over meaning it's back to school well for me more like I'm going to hell, you see I've always been bullied. It started of being an emotional thing but then they started bullying me physically, shoved me against the lockers, some girls actually slap me but I don't do anything I just walk away.

The fresh and unpolluted blood in young leaders prepared their minds for extreme challenges. ‘Thanks for making our family great Subi, God will be your guide in everything,’ Nancy said wiping her daughter’s face gently. ‘Look all the cameras are on you, today you will rewrite history my daughter. Be strong and courageous from here you’ll be the most powerful person in Zambia. All these people you see here will be queuing to have an audience with you.’

And he was many things, but he was no cheat. Elias was respected amongst not only his kind, but all creatures, even the humans who knew of their world. He took care of those under him and worked to stay under The Council’s radar; his interest in their affairs ended long ago. This girl may get him in trouble, but she was worth it. If she could do even half of what the legends said, she would be worth everything. And she would be his.

"Mist senses something—a vision. A temple, lunar stones glowing, east beyond the crimson stream. Danger there... but also answers. Toren's alive, I feel it." Ember nuzzled Lila gently, shifting back to Alya, her auburn hair tousled, amber eyes softening with compassion amid the rally's fire. "Thank you, Lila," she replied, her voice warm, pulling the healer up. "Your visions guide us. The temple—we hunt there. Pack, move out! For Toren, for unity!"

Boulder roared beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, his jaws snapping at the core, the ice splintering, the frost dusting his fur, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond. Tess struck with her sword, her hazel eyes glowing with determination, her voice firm, the blue glow casting an eerie light on her face, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind howling through the chamber, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “For the Lunar Legacy!” she shouted, her sword slashing through the core, the ice cracking, the blue glow dimming further, the frost crunching under her boots, the marrow god’s roar faltering, the sanctum a battle

Sage inquired. Fennick bowed his head, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity," he said. "There are three types of combat skills which are the standard, premium, and golden skills. It's a newly created skill that's why the pack had not heard of it before. Also, I try to introduce it to the pack through the leader of the pack fighters. I have learned all skills but I am good with the golden skills because I have learned the highest skill in it," Fennick relayed and Sage continued to confirm his word with a nod of his head.

“Mag-uumpisa tayo ng sarili nating samahan. A group that will rival the Death Legion. We will take down Valencia and start a new legacy. We will assemble, heal, and provide. Unveil what's within, reveal what's covered. Our name will leave a new definition to his downfall.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Wenna said. “Fireheart is a legend,” said a woman from the back. “It’s just a story the people from Namandu tell their children so they won’t feel bad for not possessing any magic. Besides, Fireheart could wield lightning. No one who could wield lightning has been discovered in centuries.”

I took four days off from work as I drove my family to our cabin in the woods, we quickly set up everything we would be needing, my mom strictly warned us about taking any work related calls because we would be in deep shit, and we know better than to disobey her, that woman can become an erupting volcano when she is angry, I wouldn't want that on my head. I don't know where it came from but my little sister decided that we prepare a trap, because she believed that in this woods, we could find unicorns. I told her that she had been reading too many fantasy novels, but she wouldn't let me be, so I had to do what she wanted for my own