Tale Of The Novels & Stories

LILITH’s POV News seems to spread in this pack like the wind, passing through every home not missing a single person. I just took a break from reading the file and walked towards the kitchen to make a coffee for me when I heard few girls in the lounge talking about rogues’ presence around the border. Caleb and all are at the border, I learned from them, it hurt, I should have known about this from my mate. Sighing I entered the kitchen to beat the coffee for me.

, she stuttered. Allerick looked her over, “I was with my father and a boy and a girl were spotted in Molvania…”, he trailed off and gauged her reaction, “Guess what they did there?”, he didn’t wait for her reply, “They went stealing, stealing books. The only book on the heart of magic” “Oh”

As a reward, the Count received more lands than any other nobles and was the new right-hand man of the King (since the last one was decapitated). Nabee's most famous story was also the only one that was not a prophecy, but only a tale about a distant past. It is traditionally always told before the countdown. It happened in fields of unimaginable beauty and mountains greater than any on earth. It was the magical world of Thea. And that was a fairy tale.

For Saga, waking up early on Tuesday is not how you start your day. He hated Tuesdays. Usually people have a strange hatred for Mondays but no, not him. Saga believes that everything bad always happen in Tuesday, like how on the third grade he fell in front of Leah, the class sweetheart -that he used to have a crush on and lose his teeth, not one, but two. And how he lost his bicycle because he need to pee so bad so he just drop it on the side of the road and run behind the tree to do the business. Or when he got arrested because a police officer caught him holding a joint while driving. In his defense, it wasn't his and it was a rent car. He lied of course.

“You’re telling me the little girl in the fairytale carried a lethal crossbow around with her?” “She wasn’t a little girl, Harlow. The fairytale is nothing like what really happened. You know that by now, right? She fought dark wolves and mages, not just one evil wolf who slipped into her grandmother’s house when no one was paying attention. She drove out more evil mages and dark wolves than any other mage in history. That’s why she became a legend. The entire story is told in code so that humans wouldn’t understand what was really happening. She certainly didn’t have a woodcutter come and save her. She didn’t need saving. And if you learn to use that crossbow, neither will you.”

“So. What did you find?” “Well,” he said, swelling up with pride, “it’s a story. An old legend, about this good vampire that helped people, and had healing powers.” As he spoke, he bent beneath to table to dig around in his backpack. Slowly, reverently, he pulled out an ancient tome, and placed it gently on the table next to the pumpkin.

, he said. “What...?”, I trailed off. “This is a legend, Zara. I’ve read this story before. It was about a poor woman named Tamara who had twins and sold one of them for a loaf of bread. Poor woman, she couldn’t afford to see her children die in hunger”.

Their expeditions took them far and wide, uncovering hidden realms, ancient artifacts, and the interconnected stories of beings both magical and mortal. Among the descendants was a young woman named Evelyn, a brilliant historian with a deep connection to nature and the ability to communicate with animals. She possessed an insatiable curiosity and an unwavering belief in the power of unity. Guided by the stories passed down through the generations, Evelyn embarked on a journey to unravel the secrets of an artifact known as the Infinity Tapestry.

"She belongs to us." What had it meant? Kade had avoided my question earlier, but I needed answers. "Kade," I said quietly, breaking the silence. "That creature—what did it mean when it said I belong to them?" He didn’t answer immediately. His shoulders stiffened, his pace slowing slightly. "I don’t know." I frowned. "You’re lying." He sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. "I don’t have all the answers, Alice. But whatever that thing was, it wasn’t just some rogue. It knew you. It wanted you. And that’s not normal."

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.