The Legends Novels & Stories

NEXT ADVENTURE: Eternal Legacies Series Book 1 and Book 3 in the sequence Vampire The Redemption Vampire The Creation Stand by... It's time to go back in time and discover the secrets of vampires. And head into an inhospitable future full of mysteries and passions. -

In his hands was a very old looking book. Twisting the upper half of my body as I rolled over, I was able to catch a glimpse of the book. “FACT OR FICTION? Werewolf Legends of Old” was printed on the cover. “Learning anything interesting?” I rasp, my voice rough with sleep. He lays the book down and smiles at me as he brushes a few wild strands of my hair down with his fingertips, and I feel a shiver run from my head to my toes. “There are so many legends here that I’ve never heard before. I’m making notes of the ones that I think are worth exploring in more detail, or anything that might somehow be connected to you or the wolf packs that are searching for you.”

he finally explained and it still doesn’t make sense to me. “One cares about what others thing about her and the other doesn’t. It is like peace and war. They will forever be opposite of each other. The legend is about the lycan king. He is a mate to the selfish one, but he will fall for the wild one. His own selfish ways will fall with him. The land will unite under him but only when he lost what he once had,” he finally finished witht he legend. It still doesn’t make any sense, why is there a legend? Why would he fall for me and why would he lose something again? I don’t want to die like his previous mates. But than again, I am a rogue. I don’t want a mate either.

Boulder rumbled, his tawny form rising, the sun’s light reflecting in his eyes, the vale’s air clear, the battle’s toll easing, Jasper’s warmth a shield, the legacy a shared victory, the standing stones a silent witness, the pack’s fire eternal. Lila’s voice was soft, her hazel eyes bright, fingers clutching her scroll, the sun’s light illuminating her face, the cold air gone, her courage a quiet glow, the marrow god’s hum silenced, her maps a testament to their victory, the vale’s wind a gentle breeze, the frozen river’s steam a faint mist, the battle’s echoes fading, her spark a guiding star, the legacy a light in the darkness. “Sam, the runes… they’re dead, but there’s a whisper—east, som

Rowan and Elara flanked her, silent but alert, their shared bond pulsing like a living pulse within the air. The figure raised its hand. The mist thinned, revealing the **Legion** that stood behind it warriors clad in rune-forged armor, helms sculpted into snarling beasts, weapons glowing with a cold, inner fire. They moved with perfect unity, not one footfall ahead of another. And when they stopped, the earth beneath the pack shivered. Elias was the first to whisper the word. “Ancients.” Callen shook his head. “That’s impossible. The Ancients were dust. Stories for pups.”

If he was admitting to me that he found some letters, then maybe he didn’t want to keep the letters a secret from me. “What letters?” I asked, even though I had a bad feeling about it. It felt as if something was lodged in my throat and I had no strength to swallow it. “My father exchanged letters with the former Alpha King and Luna Queen,” he announced, causing my eyebrows to shoot up. The werewolves were all guided and led by two of the most superior people over us after the moon goddess, the alpha king and the luna queen. I heard there was a huge war that caused the deaths of the last ones, and nobody wanted to elect a new alpha king and luna queen after that.

says Akihiko and takes a short pause but seriously asking- “Are you the rumoured… FenrirIsGod with ‘F’. ‘I’ and ‘G’ in all caps?” “I’ll let your previous comment slide since you correctly deciphered my identity.” “You do know you’re a legend in the game right. One rumoured old man who has conquered anything and everything in the game. The one who stands atop corpses in PvP.” The male figure nods his head proudly and says- “Human. Are you aware those legends apply in real time too? Take a look and tell me what you would call me?”

I replied as Orel jerked in surprise. “They have twice as much as we do Themis, surely you cannot be right.” “Oh I am right, we have something that they don’t.” I winked at him. “And what is that?” Orel asked me with skeptism written all over his tone. “The most powerful legion of the last magic kingdom that survived the fall of that era and their queen.” I replied as Orel looked at me with a thoughtful look on his face before nodding. “Okay, let’s end this war.” Orel made to stand but I covered his hand with mine.

“I need to leave, we don’t have anything left here to do.” “So we are safe and we would not need to do anything again?” I asked her and she nodded. “All that is left is for our legacies to realize their fate.” Themis said absentmindedly before she smiled at me, her attention coming back to her surroundings. “But that will be a long time for now seeing that the Legacies are not yet born.”

He didn't answer immediately, as if weighing the gravity of the words he was about to speak. "A legacy," he finally uttered, a single word that felt incredibly heavy and full of meaning. "Not an ordinary legacy, young man. But a legacy from the very beginning." He took a deep breath, preparing himself to tell the most forbidden of legends, a tale that was the obsession of beings as powerful as Lord Dragon.