Quotes On Legendary Novels & Stories

“It is a prophecy foreseen, many years ago, within the greatest of warriors, when all seems to go dark, a little light is to emerge. Only then would the queen rise to her glory. Only when it is dark would she bring us our light.” “But as you know, these are old legends of the madmen who used to stay here before facing their deaths in the arena.” He said, shaking his head. I looked at Lea, both of us nodding at the walls as we tried to find the vault that he was referring to. But there was no sign of it. “Now, shall we go up to the cells? Or do you wish to stay underground with the rats…? End of Flashback. “It is time for us to rise as a phoenix would after being burned by fire.” I said, and

Adrian asked, “Do you think that you’re the reincarnation of five legates?” Jerome shook his head. “I’m not. I was just abandoned by my parents. I am myself—a unique and one-of-a-kind individual.” Adrian patted Jerome’s shoulder. “The reality is that you can surpass the five legates and show the world your capabilities.” “I-I can surpass the five legates?” Jerome pointed at himself in disbelief. The five legates were regarded as god-like entities throughout history. Their extraordinary achievements were recognized by all. Jerome was flattered by Adrian’s aspiring words.

“Yes. It is something I got out of the picture of the sun, and because of this, I’ve acquired skills that normal people don't have and become one of the legends! Honestly, your requirements are better than mine!” “Legends? I’ve heard about that from Finnley. He mentioned that when warriors are trained to a certain level, they will gain inner strength and become champions. After becoming champions, they will stand a chance to be legends, but only the best of the best could become champions, and legends are beyond the realm of mysteries. Grandfather, you’re already one of the legends?” Gerald’s interest was piqued. Gerald had received many secrets of nourishment from Finnley, and now that he h

They all felt threatened seeing him stay undefeated. After all, none of them would have been a match for Ashton at that age. "W-Who has emerged victorious?" "Mr. Gray truly exhausted himself!" "Ashton has fought everyone alone from the very beginning! His status as a legend is already secured, no matter if he wins or loses!" "What do you mean by that? You ought to remember that history belongs to the one left standing! Ashton will only be remembered as a loser if he goes down here! He'll go down in history as a disgrace and destroy the Legion's future in the process!"

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

The witch was engaging one of the goddesses, when she noticed, they all had left her and face the standing Shadow fighters, they killed one and magically transformed him to powder, and each of them took little from the powder and blow air from their mouths on it, ground began to shake, and dusts covered the earth, the witch asked " what type of magic is this? And then all had been buried under the great dust and sands, there was a great silence for a long time, the dust went to every corner of the earth, and there was no place it did not reach. And it was like everything had been buried, suddenly rain began to fell, and washed it all away, and the deaths began to resurrect, the queen knew ab

It was a moment of uncertainty, and I intended to seize it to reaffirm the faith in my name and my legacy. His jaw tightened as if he were grappling with conflicting emotions. "The legends spoke of your unparalleled power," he said cautiously, his voice measured. "Perhaps time has dulled that edge, or the stories have grown exaggerated." I leaned back in my chair, my fingers lightly drumming against the weathered wood, my eyes never leaving his. His doubt hung in the air like a delicate thread, waiting to be pulled taut. I let out a low, amused chuckle, the sound a sharp contrast to the tension that enveloped us.

When the fourth Sovereign went into the room, every other person left. Brian could feel a flooding heat inside his heart. He had an excessive amount to ask, however at that point, when he attempted to open his mouth he didn't be aware from where to start. In any case, as opposed to what he had expected, Roland gestured and said, "I definitely know about the entirety of your past accomplishments, and Brian, you deserve the title of a legend." Hearing "Legend", Brian out of nowhere felt his eyes start to destroy. He started to wail and his voice stifled, "No… Your Greatness, old buddy… is the genuine … "

“Mi familia no se arrodilla ante nadie. We are not like you.” “I’m nothing like you,” the Vulture said. “That’s why I survive.” Santiago laughed, rich and echoing through the stone garden. “Sobrevivir no es vivir, muchacho. To survive without honor is to die every day.” “Honor doesn’t win wars.” “No,” Santiago said coldly. “But it wins legacies. And legacies matter. You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t want one.” The Vulture’s jaw flexed.

A legacy. A beginning. The End.