The Legendary Man Novels & Stories

They knew Abby had what it took. Wallace, glowing with pride, strode up onto the stage through thunderous applause, looking every bit like a prince enjoying the spotlight. "Thank you, everyone. And a special thanks to Ms. Davidson for her generosity," he said into the microphone, grinning widely. "But my late father left one special rule: this safe must be opened by my dear brother, Marshall, himself. Now, please welcome my brother to the stage to unveil this incredible gift worth 600 million dollars!"

“What do you want?” The man rolled his eyes playfully and raised his hands. “I am not attacking you. For someone who was able to beat me in swords, I hold you in high esteem.” He was speaking like he was a part of us. Like he knew us, and I couldn’t keep quiet when it seemed he was making fun of us. “Who the hell are you? Legora…” I pointed to his arm. “That is the word for justice, and you are the one killing all those elders.”

Godber turned to the woman, his smile fading slightly, "Have you heard of the 'Shadow Man'?" Both the woman and the frail man beside her were shocked. Everyone knew the 'Shadow Man,' a legendary assassin who started dealing in death at the age of ten and became the world's top killer at sixteen. But he vanished from the scene five years ago, his whereabouts unknown. "Do you know him?" the frail man asked incredulously. Godber grinned mischievously. "To be honest, I am the 'Shadow Man'. It was just a phase when I liked to show off long before. Call me by my name now."

Sulli is kind, unlike her aunt who doesn't have good manners. As Eunuch Eli instructed her before he died, she did not tell anyone about her true identity. She only told Minister Ding that she is a runaway slave when he was asked about her origins. Luckily, her clothes are dirty and already torn and she has no footwear when she meets him. She did not put back her shoes when she left them in fear that Eunuch Eli would be overtaken by the soldiers who were chasing them. That look helped her not to be questioned by her adopted father about her true origin.

He picked it up and started reading it. That paper was a document by Hamburg, the first senator of Bingle land. The document stated, "A child will be born in Bingle and he will be the saviour of the World. Be will be given the name LEGEND OF THE JUNGLE. A time is coming where a powerful man from Jingle will enslave all the people of Bingle. But only one warrior in Bingle land can save them. Only at this time,e the war between Bingle and Jingle will end. The reader of this paper should note that the last kilometre is risky and full of wild animals."

The room was stunned, and I couldn't blame them. Luke Hunter was a legend, a ghostly figure who few had ever seen in person. His reputation preceded him, he was known for his ruthless business tactics and unexplainable success. Although Ethan, his right hand man, was feared by many, it was the name Luke Hunter that inspired that fear.

Like what she had suspected, it really is the Lord Lucian of Yaron Clan, the man said to have been blessed with an angelic voice by the gods within Mist Mountains. The male version of the noble lady from the legend. Yaron Clan is well-known for its music. Prodigies of both stringed and wind instruments reside in the Mist Mountains. Among them, there was Yaron Lucian. He was said to possess a voice so beautiful and hypnotic that when he sings, the heavens and the gods would shower the mountains with more and more blessings of spiritual energy. He is simply a genius. The pride of his clan and of Mist Mountains. The youngest to become lord in their generation.

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.

“Seriously, what is with the names you champions pick for weapons?” “Oh, it’s more than just a catchy nickname, my dear,” Soundhound confided as he sauntered to Eliza. “Do you know what I was like before I found my artifact?” “Let me guess. An amateur guitar player for a second-rate British rock band?” she snapped. “Hilarious, but no. The first human to touch Vendetta was a drug lord and he raised me. Not as his son, but as his “personal” hitman. He exploited my power to kill off his competition then routinely abused me to keep me in line.”

// A/N: *mes pattes* is cajun slang for " my paws, or feet" BIG ANNOUNCMENT! Legacy is now available on multiple platforms, I will leave details on my Facebook page @facebook.com/danger.beanz.3 Happy Reading <3