The Legend Book Novels & Stories

During my senior year of high school, my grades are completely erratic. I can ace three subjects while completely bombing the other three, leaving me dead last in my class. My homeroom teacher, Janet Bennett, throws me and my backpack out of the classroom. A classmate waves my report card around as the rest of the class laughs. "You're a total loser. You even failed your language test. Even a factory wouldn't hire you." The next day, my homeroom teacher throws out the student ranking second to last, Ethan Hoppe, as well. "One bad apple spoils the whole bunch. And somehow, our class has two of them. You think the college entrance exam is only going to test what you're good at? You two ca

But no one was there. "The Legends of the Lupine." Was written in the book. The title made me think of the book as another paranormal book, so I picked up the book. The cover was made with an outstanding design of a wolf's head, its eyes beaming with intensity. The scent coming from the book as I opened it, told me it's an ancient book. So, I started reading. It contains the detailed history of werewolves, and their origins surrounded by mysteries and myths.

Muhammad and Susan exchanged a nervous glance, then followed, hesitant steps down the confined passage. At the end of the corridor, a vast, doorless room loomed before them. A crimson glow, like boiling blood, pulsed outward, the air grew scorching, and sweat dripped freely from their foreheads. They stepped inside... the ceiling vanished, revealing the night sky screaming with stars. The polished black stone walls reflected the firelight like infernal mirrors. In the center of the room yawned a vast pit where the endless flames raged, producing thick smoke that clawed into their lungs. From within the pit rose a **legendary**—its height reaching the heavens, soaring over eleven feet. Its bo

His red eyes deepened, indicating his desire to sort things out. "One of the book of history has gone missing last night. The Book of Creation. And then this morning, it is found on its shelf again. Not a piece was taken nor changed," Merko said. I had been to their library a couple of times and had seen that book. However, due to my very busy schedule, I could not read it since I have to prioritize knowing more about potions. "It is not allowed to take the books out of the bibliotheca. How come that it has gone missing? Who was patroling last night?" Yamiko asked.

' I exclaimed in my head in unbelief and shock. "So what message do you have for me?" He asked with a more serious yet calm tone. I heaved a sigh and took a deep breath to calm my racing heart and I began to explain my encounter with Miranda the night before. He remained silent for a long time after my explanation, his eyes glossing over as if he were conversing with someone through a mind link. "There is indeed a mention of such prophecy in the records back in the royal library, but there is no mention of a royal witch survivor. I will have her checked to make sure she's not a fake," he assured.

She could feel her body is trembling but she couldn't move even one step. Amayah's eyes widened even more as the two people who had killed her mother and sister slowly walked towards her. She stared at the blade of the two swords in their hands. The swords are stained with blood from the bodies of her mother and Sister Aloha. And soon those swords will also be stained with her blood.

he said, handing it over. It landed with a soft thud in my hands. The cover was worn, the spine fraying at the edges like it had been around far too long. I squinted at the title. “Legends of the Lost: The Moon Goddess’s Touch,” I read aloud. “How exactly is this supposed to help me get my wolf?”

It was a treasure trove of forgotten tales, waiting to be discovered. Edward's fingers brushed against the spines of the books, searching for a particular volume. His touch was gentle, almost reverential, as though he understood the power held within these ancient pages. I exchange worried looks with Jayden. What did this have to do with us? Edward stopped in front of a book, covered in a film of dust, its title etched in faded gold letters: "The Legend of the Eclipse Pack." With trembling hands, he carefully opened the pages, revealing a tale that had been buried in the annals of time. The words within were tinged with a foreboding energy, as if the very ink held the weight of tragedy.

We were spooon fed every information and everything matched the ones we learnt about even though different pack had their own version of the legend. I stepped away from the shelf, closing the distance between us until I was standing right behind her. The faint scent of the soap from my bathroom still lingered on her skin, fighting against the odor of the archives. It was the only thing in this room that felt real. Reaching over her shoulder, I picked up the book she had just rejected. The Roots of Genesis: A History of the Divine Flora. I flipped through the pages, scanning the hand-drawn illustrations of the massive white tree that sat at the heart of our grounds.

"I’ve heard of this one—it’s a book of legends." She carries it to the table, placing it down carefully before flipping it open. The pages are thick and rough beneath her fingertips. As she skims through, she reads aloud, "The Tale of the First Shifter, Moon Goddess Parables, The Story of the Night Sky, The True Alpha… This is amazing," she whispers, completely enthralled. "Don’t tell anyone I’m touching this, but I have to read it." "I wonder if any others are unlocked," Serena says, moving to check the cabinet handles. Ben follows her lead.