Novel & Cerita The Legendary Man

It's a blazing bird, a Phoenix. "Beautiful, isn't it?" An old man's voice brings me back to reality. However, I choose not to face him and my peripheral vision saw how he turned his sight back at me after looking at the red statue I am looking at. Until he says something that got my attention, "They are the 12 Legendary Rulers of this university, Miss Joong." I looked back this time. An old sophisticated man, with grey-colored hair of his age. His creepy smile with recognition made me rolled my eyes at him and made my way out of his sight.

I smiled faintly and replied, "I'll pass." It wasn't because I still held a grudge. It was just that after settling everything, I suddenly realized that Elena, the lawyer, who had been working nonstop for four years, deserved a break. I merely thought that the legend of the undefeated lawyer could end with this trial in Ravenport. I had just reached the underground parking lot after taking one last look at the law firm when three black SUVs pulled up in front of me simultaneously. It was then that the car doors opened, and a middle-aged man in sunglasses stepped out. His suit sleeves rode up to reveal half a tattoo, the emblem of the Romano Famiglia in Vallenzia. "There's someone who wishes

And I needed him revealed. I turned back to the window, letting the city lights cast me in silhouette. Beautiful. Untouchable. A mystery wrapped in silk and steel. That's what he needed to see. That's what he expected. Men like Lawrence were drawn to puzzles they thought they could solve. The truth? He wasn't even close.

Her mother would always say. At least mist men don’t. Storm sat up from the bed and reached for a photo frame on the bedside table. It was a picture of Tasha and a man, a man who looked slightly like Tasha. She stared at the two, Tasha’s laugh and the way her arms were clung tightly round the man’s waist, The man in the picture caught her attention. He was tall and muscular, with sharp, chiseled features and a strong jawline. His hair was dark and tousled, and his eyes were a piercing shade of blue.

DAMIEN’S POV With the events of the night before, I felt confident that my plan was in place. Jubilant over my double achievements of winning myself over to Athan’s side and getting into the golden leaves pack, I decided to inform the master. After listening to my achievements, he will be proud of me. The phone only rang once, when the gruff voice picked up and answered answered. ‘From the blood of the pure.’ That voice always sends chills down my spine. Can this man not be a little less frightening?

I know he just said he would kill every one of us but I can't help but dwell on the fact that a legend is standing in our living room. Javier Sandoval. His name comes with so many titles. The most feared and dangerous man in the entire North America, and that's saying a lot. His name alone has a reputation for instilling fear and commanding power. He's also called the richest man in Mexico. Known for running two empires, one of which he built single-handedly; real estate and property development.

ledumare, and all he had been doing was just to prepare us against the real enemy of mankind, the man told me of his strength and the strength of Laalu, and from his words, I realized, the Laalu to be the strongest thing ever created by Eledumare, and that was the scary part, the man with me was the Eledumare, he was so handsome and friendly, he told me he brought me here to give me a message to mankind, that Laalu has been making armies more stronger than himself, just at that point I looked around and realized we had never been alone, all this time, the same man was with every one of us who had died, he told me that we all shall be his secret armies, when the time shall come, and since th

Five minutes later, Howard and his companions stepped into a cozy meeting room at the base. "We owe you our lives, Young Master Howard and Vice-Marshal Louis!" Hardin and Ander bowed deeply, their eyes shining with boundless gratitude and respect. They were well aware of the legend of the King of the West, Young Master Howard, a legendary figure renowned for his martial arts peak mastery stage prowess. His fame was not just confined to the Western Region. Across the nation, he was revered.

Her professor is pissed off, yet she can’t force herself to write anything. Her pen twirls around as she plays with it. It took five minutes of playing before her professor came in and handed bunch of booklets to one student asking him to distribute it to the entire class. A red covered book laid flat on her desk. “Unpopular legends.” She read it softly. She flipped the pages of the book and thought there must be about a hundred pages. She turned to the first page and saw the table of contents. “Welcome, today we will be talking about some of the most underrated legends of all time. For the entire month, we will be talking about each of these individuals to help ignite our inspiration. Clear

This would be for the future. His hand was shaking as he reached out for the ball of light; however, even before he could touch it, a wave of shock already traveled all over his body. He cursed as he shook his fingers, tearing a little. “Are you really a Legend?” Gulping, Luis straightened, trying not to look pained whatsoever. “Maybe not.”