The Legends Novels & Stories

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

Hope Darius and I stopped the carriage at a place referred to as the 'Land of many Legends.' He had said that it was the most magical place in the Moratian Kingdom as it captured the essence and statues of past heroes, both humans and Lycans. It was also an attraction sight that had many different things displayed all around it. A perfect place for sightseeing Darius said.

On the highest mountain in the woods, as the wind blew strongly rustling the trees, and the blue rays from the full moon illuminated the landscapes and grasses, two figures could be seen, completely naked speaking in hushed whispers. “It’s getting worse by the day. I am worried about what to do. Blood will be shed…. lots of it” One of the two figures, the female who was still sweating and panting after hours of running in the woods. Her companion shook his head slowly, and wrapped his arms around her. “It won’t get to that my love. I am sure it won’t’

For no reason. “What the fuck?” I asked, through the mind link. “Holy shit. The legend is true.” Jude said. “What legend?” I asked. “That legend isn’t true.” One of my warriors said. “How else do you explain this?” Jude asked. “I don’t know. But it can’t be true. I mean, that was just a story we liked to tell wolf pups so they wouldn’t be so scared of vampires.” The warrior said. “Hey, tell me what fucking legend you are talking about. I’ve never heard about it.” I demanded.

But to save. The light grew stronger. Runes on the floor lit up, one by one, encircling her in a sacred ring. And then came visions. Flashes of wolves howling beneath full moons. Of queens before her who bore no crowns but wielded impossible power. Of battles yet to come—not just steel and claw, but truth against lies, hope against despair. A war of legacies. A world breaking to be remade. And in the center of it—her. Not just queen.

"The legend says so too, that nobody else but the one who becomes his mission can see him. He will keep following you until he gets what he wants, I can tell you that. Your fear is going to point to your location, and he'll be able to get wherever you are. I can't tell you his purpose, or the way to defeat him, because that is something you'll have to find out, but I can tell you this: Expect to find him more often. And you'll see him again, soon." "You mean that the legends are right?" "It usually happens, dear. Most legends are created from reality. some people change them for their convenience, but the real ones always find a way to survive the pass of time

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."

He says and I shake my head. “She is our deity, the first Wolf.” He states. “She created the first five families and then when war almost wiped them out she created a second generation of Wolves. Ones with less power, less strength. She hoped it would balance out the threat of the Lycans and as the bloodlines merged it did.” “So, she’s some spiritual figure for you all then?” I say. “She exists. She decides which Wolf mates with which. She is the architect of our destinies.” He replies. “And we swear our oaths to her.”

Jade blurted out before she could stop herself. Jin seemed surprised for a moment, but then, burst out in laughter. He winked at Jade and whispered, “Old enough.” Embarrassed, Jade tried to find something to distract herself. And to avoid looking at Jin. “What do you think?” Jin said, breaking the silence. Finally getting over her shame, Jade cleared her throat and tried to look serious. “How?” “There is a legend around here… About the four Holy Beasts responsible for protecting the four kingdoms—”

“That legend… the Red Fiona. Everyone seems so fascinated by it but. You don’t seem to care much for the story.” He stopped walking so suddenly that I almost ran into him. He turned, his gaze finally meeting mine, and it felt like being struck by lightning. His eyes were dark and intense, holding a depth I couldn’t decipher. “Legends are just stories,” he said, his voice low and firm. “They’re distractions from what’s real. You should focus on surviving here, not on fairy tales.” His words were cold, but there was something else behind them. A warning. “Surviving?” I asked, my brow furrowing. “Is this place that dangerous?”