The Legends Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

Nathan quickly interjected with tangible vexation at the sound of my father's choice of words, earning himself a scowl from him. "You shut up," He swiftly bit back at him with a pointed look, making him bristle as he peered between the two of us, but thankfully didn't continue arguing. Blowing out a tired sigh, my father lowered himself into a crouching position so that he could be at the same eye-level with me, resting his elbows over his knees as he started to explain, "Carina, we're...You, and me and your sister, we're not humans either. We share an ancient bloodline, the shaman bloodline. Our veins are filled with magic,"

Assistant Tseng arrived and saw them and said, "You youngers sure are early today. Excited?" "Yes," they said in unison. He smiled and said, "Okay, lets get you kids started." Assistant Tseng asked them to follow him, and he explained the overall structure of Yang Corps, as they walked into the elevator going to the seventh floor. He told them the history, and most important, he asked them. "Anyone here watches the historical drama, Legend of the Yang Family?" "Oh, I love that drama!" Kwon Li-Mei was excited about it, because of the drama, she chosen Yang Corps and not Pan holdings Inc.

--- "Do you believe that four misfit people can save... the ending world? My name is Nini and this is my team. Follow our adventure inside the world of Ever Realms. "Will you be the legend have been intended to be?"

Clearing their throat of a bit of lichen, Marwen raised their arms and said, “We shall begin.” A sound echoed through the air that sounded like thunder, but there was not a cloud in the sky. Opposed to lightning shooting out, a ring of fire surrounded The Council and the stand, where a petrified Claire sat. She could no longer see Elias, as the smoke around the fire blocked her view of anything that was not the four creatures in front of her: The High Priestess, The Alpha King, the fae representative, and The Vampire King. “What is your name?” Marwen asked calmly.

Wenna said. “Fireheart is a legend,” said a woman from the back. “It’s just a story the people from Namandu tell their children so they won’t feel bad for not possessing any magic. Besides, Fireheart could wield lightning. No one who could wield lightning has been discovered in centuries.”

Palaces 1712 South of the Houses of the first generation of Roman soldiers. The dragon shamans' clan had formed in less than three months. According to ancient law, dragons and shamans performed a satanic ritual and joined together, and so the dragon shamans were born, and now they will have to be united under a leader in which two women fight each other until one dies. Both were in the purest form of the dragon shaman - an ordinary woman's body except for the green and scaly colour, claw-like nails, narrowed snake eyes and the long hair at her waist.

'Do you still remember that legend your mother used to tell us when we were just kids?' 'I'm not sure if you're going to believe me now because I did the same when Ferlah told me this. But I'm telling you the truth whether you believe me or not. Ferlah...is here to stop the history from repeating itself. Everything from that legend was real.' Keir's voice echoed in his head again. But no matter how many times he played it in his mind, he saw no connection from that legend and what Keir had told him.

It is said that the spiritual energy of this place is so abundant that it creates a physical form: mist. But every time Amaryah remembers the legend, she knows what this mist actually means. The lady of the said noble family who ran away is still in hiding. The gods must have seriously taken a liking to her to continue helping her till now. "Walk closely to me. Don't lose sight of my back." Lucian, after having said that, still looked a little doubtful, so he added: "Or just grab onto my sleeves." Amaryah feigned a speculating expression and looked at Lucian.

Of course, all of this was just a story from the past or a legend—he himself didn’t know if it was true. But because he’d heard it from his ancestors and his grandfather in the Yang family, he was fifty percent convinced that this legend was real. Hearing Yang Zuan’s story, Xiao Chen could only smile and neither refute nor confirm what was on Yang Zuan’s mind. This was because he himself had already seen the black dragon, and the figure inside the coffin who had now become his master. Of course, this wasn’t something that could be considered an ordinary identity. And from the black dragon’s expression—which showed no fear of the heavens themselves—it was clear that the black dragon might hav